I can't stomach it any longer! I need to tell my side of the story or I will be sick with guilt. This confession actually starts with my stomach. Guests who come here many times over the years often ask David and Claudia, "what ever happened to Sneaker?" I'll tell you straight out. I ate him! There! I feel better already. Sneaker was a rooster who lived here before I was born. David can tell you how he got such a ridiculous name. He was kind of a mascot and a favorite with the guests. You might say he had this job before me. He would perch on the window sill at breakfast and crow as if begging for biscuits. The first day I saw him, I knew he was competition. I was just six months old and had run down the hill from the house to the Patch when I saw this big bird. I'm a bird dog, right? There you have it. Ask about Sneaker if you want, but please don't do it around me. It just makes me feel bad.
This regular column is from Lane, the golden retriever who owns the Hazelwoods, Parish Patch, and who knows what else.
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