When briefly entertaining the idea of being a writer, Morgan took a class under a mostly unknown novelist who wrote naturalistic realism. It proved useless since Morgan remembered only one thing: Never include a pet in your story. Looking upon the sleeping spaniel while watching late-night talk shows, he thought of this strange rule and remained puzzled. He’d grown fond of the floppy-eared canine despite failed weekend attempts at the dog park to yield a date. Although, Morgan did feel strange picking up on lady dog-owners with Byron whose former owner, a female friend, Morgan helped bury six months ago. (sb)
May 12, 2008...12:04 pm
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