And again, here was last night's street party right outside the house. There was carving, boogeying, shimmying, booty shaking, Jonh Travolta-ing, Superman-ing while on top of a careening long board. Fidel, our executioner-looking French Bulldog but Parisian hairdresser at heart, sat--tense and uptight--in one spot, totally terrified of the unidentified, speeding long board that kept whizzing past his snub nose. Mighty proud of our long boarders!
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