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SPRINGFIELD—A Miniature Schnauzer digging for an old tennis ball surprisingly found a missing T-bone he’d buried a few months prior. “I was getting bored from chasing squirrels, and I kind of wanted to change it up and play with this tennis ball my master gave me,” said Jaxx the Schnauzer. “I was digging underneath the deck, and lo and behold, there it was! I couldn’t believe it. I had been at odds with the way my life was progressing the past three months. All the handouts in the world, everything from French fries to milk bones—but nothing could make up for the loss of my T-bone. I even gave it a special nickname: ‘T-Bone.’”
A friend of Jaxx, Ripley the Beagle, could see the Schnauzer’s loneliness and despair from the other side of the rattled chain-link fence. “There was no life in him. Gone were the barks at strange shadows and the tail swings when his master came home. I tried to point him in the right direction, but the lack of an index finger was too much of an obstacle. At least the squirrel kept him busy. That always got his fleas in a frenzy.”
“After spending the latter half of the afternoon devouring T-Bone, I finally feel as if I can move on,” said Jaxx. “I feel as if I can put that part of my life behind me, figuratively and literally, if you catch my drift.”
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