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Evil Kenievel King

My grandmother renames her dog on an hourly basis. On Wednesday he was Sharpshooter when we went to the races. Thursday night she was calling him “Didhebiteyou?” I listened to her call for him with this until she was blue. He never came, for he is as ornery as any dog has a right to be. Plus he was watching Lassie reruns, his favorite black and white TV. Today he is Evil Kenievel King, and it seems to suit him fine. Anyway, it doesn’t make him growl and it does not make him whine.

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