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WHETHER

Franklin is soooooo happy this morning. The rain has stopped. He is outside now (under a no-bark clause in his contract) luxuriating in the dryness of the air. He does not mind wetness on the ground; in fact relishes running barefoot in wet grass and even streaming gutters of water. But please, not on the hair. Fur. It is fur. A broken coat. The frizzies. I will let him in after awhile. This is an unusual case; to be out there in the dangerous dark with a zero-tolerance barking. But, he has done very well and is now asking to come back in. Gotta go.