We Mind Our Own Business

Tonight my mom took me out for a walk later than usual. I was still tired from my trip to Magnuson with my Aunt Sara. As I stopped to …well, you know. Cathy noticed a police car stopped just across the street. Were they wondering if she was going to scoop for me? Waiting to see if I had a license?Protecting us against any danger? Or on some mission that had nothing to do with us?

No problem. We’re good citizens. My mom always carries plastic bags when we go out. And we’re legal. She’s got a license to do her business and I’ve got a license to do mine.

The police car drove away silently and we returned home, where I could resume my nap, completely innocent. Fortunately shoe-chewing is a crime only within our household.

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