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Let me squash the rumors right now. I am not going anywhere. You, the readers, are stuck with me rather you like it or not. 

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Last week in this space, I wrote about Pepper Jack’s early-morning walks. This week, let’s talk about his late-night outings. 

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I didn’t plan on spending part of Thursday afternoon chasing a ferret around the Clarkston Apartment, but there I was caught in some kind of game with Otis. 

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Opening up the mailbox and finding a white jury notice postcard is a mood killer. I received mine during the summer and, since I coach baseball during that time, got it shifted to January and February. 

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There was no Loyola-Chicago in this year’s American Kennel Club’s most popular dog breed rankings. 

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It’s been a depressing week in the Clarkston apartment, despite the fact that the Seahawks won and my fantasy football team is still kicking. 

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A thesaurus is needed when picking an adjective to describe the Kodiak High School boys’ 15 consecutive Region III cross country titles.

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Good morning, or should I say good afternoon or good evening depending on when your newspaper is delivered. 

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Sitting in a comfy chair in the spacious living room of the Engvalls’ Rezanoff Street home, Bill Foster gazed in awe at the lady resting comfortable on a couch directly across from him.

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With a wooden paddle in his right hand, Perry Paige smacked an orange whiffle ball that landed softly in a net and came to rest on the plastic flooring covering the Baranof Park Ice Rink.  

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Nothing beats getting pummeled by a dog after six long days on the road — not even right-out-of-the-oven-melt-in-your-mouth cookies.

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I’ve been accused of not being balanced in this space — I’m not giving enough love to the other pets that live in the Clarkston apartment.