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title
The Dog's Breakfast
description
(whatever I happen to throw up here)
image
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The Dog's Breakfast
author
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2026-02-22 18:52:50
raw text
The Dog's Breakfast Saturday, February 14, 2015 Redux: The Best Snowstorm Story I've Got There's no business like snow business, so time for a retread. When we lived in Brooklyn in the mid 90s, we had two parakeets: Guido and Rudy. Unusual for a parakeet, Rudy could talk and it was pretty hilarious. He'd say things like "Lemme out, goddamit!" and "Beam me up, Scotty!". If one of us had a bad cold we'd suddenly hear Rudy "coughing". One fateful morning we approached the cage and Rudy was puffed up like a big snowball (this isn't the snow-part of the story. Bear with me.) Below him lay Guido, dead as a doornail. Emma, age 9, was devastated (but at least she didn't have to spend the night with the corpse like Rudy had). She put Guido in a little box, took him out to the backyard of our brownstone and buried him. Then she sent him a postcard, addressed to "Quido, Heaven." (She could never pronounce "Guido". Some Italian SHE is!) A few months later, Rudy was acting strangely. M...
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