Two men in suits turned up at the house unannounced. I would have mistaken them for Mormons had it not been for the dark glasses, and the black SUV with the tinted windows. The pair exuded menace and clean-cut sincerity in equal measure and had me spooked within minutes. Pete skulked in the back yard while they spoke in sober tones about the clear and present danger which the fox terrier posed to world order.
New Zealand’s recent admission to the United Nations Security Council has mired me in a swamp of moral ambiguity. It’s cost the country millions in lobbying, sweet-talking and outright pleading to be allowed onto the Council beside the U.S.A.
I don’t want to be the one to jeopardise this costly entente cordiale by de-establishing my own anti-terrierist programme.
On the other hand, since I have been eating a Paleo diet, I and my Fox Terrier Pete (the subject of the detainment and surveillance) have grown very close. We now share far more than an interest in long walks and lying about on couches. We have formed a very deep bond through our shared interest in eating plenty of meat and gnawing on bones.
I don’t want to be the one to jeopardise this costly entente cordiale by de-establishing my own anti-terrierist programme.
On the other hand, since I have been eating a Paleo diet, I and my Fox Terrier Pete (the subject of the detainment and surveillance) have grown very close. We now share far more than an interest in long walks and lying about on couches. We have formed a very deep bond through our shared interest in eating plenty of meat and gnawing on bones.
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