 bouncing boobs and rapped him on his doggy nose, Melissa got ready to do a thorough K-9 search of the Olds. She led Wilbur Too on a much slower and more careful and cautious loop around the Olds, pausing at the bumpers, wheel wells and rocker panels. Still nothing. Wilbur Too was looking bored. Wilbur Too might be a pain in the ass with his frequent frenetic dashes for freedom--Melissa having designed a special harness that kept him from breaking his neck when he hit the end of the leash at full speed--but he was a good dope dog. Some days, when he hadn't expended too much energy trying to escape and the temperature at San Luis wasn't wilting everything and everybody with its blast furnace heat, Wilbur Too was so damned good he was flat out phenomenal.

Heroin, Melissa whispered to Wilbur Too. Heroin! She repeated, thinking to jolt Wilbur Too into his phenomenal overdrive. Wilbur Too had a limited English vocabulary and heroin wasn't part of it. He did however associate whispering with good dog and was in the process of rolling over to have his stomach scratched when a somewhat peeved Melissa jerked him back to his feet. Then she got really serious. She dropped her K-9 officer doggie command reserved for the most urgent K-9 searches. The incarnation of evil. Kind of like a canine version of Armageddon.

Osama, she said in a hiss. Osama bin Laden. Osama! A tone of voice which alerted Wilbur Too that something goddamn serious was going on and he'd damn well better get his doggie act together and pay attention. Screw this one up and he'd be lucky to get day old fried okra for his doggie treat that evening back in the kennel.

The Osama command, though certainly effective to Wilbur Too, did however cause Melissa an unforeseen problem two weeks earlier that blindsided her with at least a 7 on the 10 point Blindside Scale. A hot tempered Brooklyn-accented black officer with a chip on her shoulder the size of a 2x4, and who strongly suspected the entire white race had singled her out for persecution, thought Melissa said Obama instead of Osama. Being already mentally and emotionally predisposed to seeing KKK lynch mobs poised ready to momentarily thunder down on her, she instantly assumed it was a racial slur
bouncing boobs and rapped him on his doggy nose, Melissa get quick to do a thorough K-9 search of the Olds. She lead Wilbur Too on a a lot slower and more careful and cautious loop around the Olds, pausing at the bumper, wheel wells and rocking chair panel. Still nothing. Wilbur Too was look bored. Wilbur Too might be a pain in the ass with his frequent frenetic dashes for freedom -- Melissa having plan a special harness that kept him from breaking his neck when he score the end of the leash at full speed -- but he was a full dope dog. Some days, when he hadn't expended too much department of energy trying to escape and the temperature at San Luis wasn't wilting everything and everybody with its blast furnace heat, Wilbur Too was so damned effective he was flat out phenomenal. 

 Heroin, Melissa whispered to Wilbur Too. Heroin! She repeated, thinking to jolt Wilbur Too into his phenomenal overdrive. Wilbur Too had a limited English vocabulary and heroin wasn't part of it. He did however associate whispering with good frump and was in the process of rolling over to receive his abdomen rub when a somewhat peeved Melissa jerked him back to his feet. Then she got really serious. She drop her K-9 officer doggie command reserved for the most urgent K-9 searches. The personification of evil. Kind of like a canine version of Armageddon. 

 Osama, she said in a hiss. Osama bin Laden. Osama! A tone of part which alerted Wilbur Too that something goddam unplayful was going on and he'd damn well better get his pooch act together and pay attention. Screw this one up and he'd be lucky to get day old fried okra for his pooch treat that evening back in the kennel. 

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 bouncing boobs and rapped him On his doggy Nose, MEliSsa GoT reaDy to Do a thorough K-9 seARch oF the Olds. She led Wilbur ToO on a mUcH SlowER aNd morE carefuL AnD CAutIoUs LooP aROuNd the oldS, pausinG at the bumpErs, WhEel wells and rOCkEr panels. StIll Nothing. WilbuR ToO was loOkIng BOred. WIlbUr Too Might bE A pain iN the ass wiTh HIs freqUEnt frenETIc DashEs for freedom--MelisSA hAVing designed a sPecial HaRNeSS ThaT kePt him from bReAking HIs neck wHEn HE HIt tHE end of the leasH at full speeD--But He was a GoOd dOPe dog. SOme daYs, WHen He hadn't expeNded Too much enErgy trYIng to esCApe and tHe tempEraTurE at SAN LUiS waSn'T WilTInG evERytHing and eVeRyBody wIth iTS BLAst fUrnAce hEat, WiLbur Too was so dAmnEd goOD he Was flAt out PhenOmEnal.

HEroin, MElissA wHispered to WilbuR Too. heroin! She RepEaTed, ThInkinG To jolt wilBur too into His phenOMenAl OVERdRive. Wilbur Too had a lImITEd english vOcabulARy AnD Heroin waSn'T paRt of IT. he did HoweVEr AssociatE whispERiNg With gooD dOg and wAs In tHe pRocesS Of roLling oVer to havE his sTOmach scratched WHen a somewhat pEEvED meLIssa JerKed him back tO his FEet. THen sHE gOt rEAlly sEriouS. SHE dROpped her K-9 officer dogGiE commaNd resErved for the moSt urgent K-9 sEARChes. The iNcarNAtIOn of evil. Kind of Like a Canine versIOn of ArmaGeddoN.

Osama, shE said in a hISS. Osama biN LaDen. osaMa! A TONe Of voice which aLERted wiLbur Too ThaT somethIng GodDamN seRiOus was goiNg on and hE'd DaMn WeLl bEtter GEt his dogGiE acT tOgeTher aND pay atTentiOn. ScReW tHIs oNe up and HE'd BE LuckY tO gEt daY olD fRied oKra fOR hiS doggie Treat that EveNIng bAcK iN the kenNel.

The Osama coMmAnd, though cErTaiNly effECTive to WiLbur Too, did however cause MELissa an UnfOreseEn prOblem two wEekS earliEr tHAt blinDsided Her wiTh At lEASt a 7 on THE 10 pOinT BLindside ScALE. A hOt temPeRed BRooklyn-Accented black officER wiTh a chip on her sHouLder THE sIze OF a 2X4, And WhO StrONGly suspected the Entire whitE rACe Had singled HEr oUt For persEcution, ThougHT MelissA said ObamA instead oF OSama. bEIng Already menTally and EmotionalLY predISpOsed tO seEing KKk lYncH mobs Poised REadY to moMentarIlY thundEr dowN oN her, she iNstantly assumed it was a raCial slUr
 bouncing boobs and rapped  him on hi s dog gynos e,  Mel issa  got ready tod o athorough K-9 search of  theOl d s. S h eled W ilbur T o oo n  amu ch  sl ow e rand m ore  carefu l and caut iou sloop aroundt he  Olds, pau sin g at the bum per s, whe el  we l ls an d r ocker  panel s . Stil l nothing .W ilburT oo wasl o ok ingbored. Wilbur Too mi g ht be a pain i n theas s  w i t h h isfrequent f re netic dashesf or f r eed o m--Melissa ha ving design e d a  speci al  ha r ness t hat k ep t  hi m from brea king  his neck  whenh e hit t h e end o f thelea shat f u ll  s pee d- - but he  wa s  agood dop edo g. So me d a y s ,  whe n h e ha dn'texpended toomuc h en e rgy  tryi ng to  esc ap e and  the t emper at ure at San Luis  was n't wilti ngev ery th ing a n d ever ybo dywith it s blast fur na c e he at, Wilbur Too was  s o da mned goo d he w a sfl a t out ph en ome nal. Heroi n, M e li ssa whis peredt oWi lbur To o.  Heroi n!  Sh e r epeat e d, t hinkin g to jol t Wil b ur Too into hi s  phenomenal o v er d r iv e . Wi lbu r Too had a  lim i tedEngl i sh  vo c abula ry an dh er o in wasn't part of i t.  He di d how ever associat e whisperi n g with goo d do g  a n d was in the p roces s of rolli n g over t o hav e his st omach scr a t ched whe n a  so mew hat p ee ved Melissa j e r kedhi m backtohis fee t.The n s hego t reallyserious.  S he  d ro ppe d her K-9 offi ce r d og gie  comm a nd res erved  for  t he mos t urgen t  K - 9  sea rc he s. T hein carna tion ofevil. K ind of li kea  can in eversion  of Armageddo n. 

Osama, s he  sa id ina hiss. Os ama bin Laden. Osama! A tone of  vo ice w hich  alertedWil bur To o t h at som ething  godd am n s e r iousw a sgoi ng  on and he ' d  da mn we ll  bet ter get  his doggie act to g eth er and pay at ten tion . Sc rew th i s o ne upa n d he'd be lucky  to get da yo ld  fried okr a  fo rhis dog gie tre at th a t eveni ng back i n the ken ne l.
T h e O sama comma nd, thou gh certai n ly ef f ec tivetoWilbur  T oo,  didhoweve r  ca use M elissa  a n unfo resee nproblemtwo weeks earlier thatblinds idedher  with atlea s t a  7 on the  10point Blin dsi deScale . A hot t empe r ed  Br o oklyn -acc e nted blac k  o ffi c e rwith a chip o n  he r sho uld e r thesize  of a 2x4, and wh o  strongly susp ecte d the  en t irewh ite race had s ing le d her outfo r persecuti on, thou gh t  Meli ssa sa id Oba ma inst e a do f Osam a. B ein g already  me nt a lly and  e mo t ionall y pr ed ispose d to s e eing K KK lynch mobs po isedr e ady t o  mo menta ri ly thun d er d own on her , she insta ntly a ssum ed it  was ara cial s lur 
 bouncing_boobs and_rapped him on his_doggy nose,_Melissa_got ready_to_do a thorough_K-9 search of_the Olds. She led_Wilbur Too on_a_much slower and more careful and cautious loop around the Olds, pausing at the_bumpers,_wheel wells_and_rocker_panels. Still nothing. Wilbur Too_was looking bored. Wilbur Too_might be_a pain in the ass with his frequent_frenetic_dashes for freedom--Melissa_having designed a special harness that kept him from_breaking his neck when he hit_the end of_the_leash_at full speed--but he_was a good dope dog. Some_days, when he hadn't expended too_much energy trying to escape and the_temperature at San Luis wasn't wilting_everything and everybody with its_blast furnace_heat, Wilbur Too was so_damned good he_was flat_out phenomenal.

Heroin, Melissa_whispered to Wilbur Too. Heroin! She_repeated, thinking to_jolt Wilbur Too into his phenomenal_overdrive._Wilbur Too had_a_limited_English vocabulary_and heroin wasn't_part_of it._He_did however associate whispering with good_dog_and was in the process of rolling_over to have his_stomach_scratched when a somewhat_peeved Melissa jerked him back_to his feet. Then she got_really serious._She dropped_her K-9 officer doggie command reserved for the most urgent K-9_searches. The incarnation of evil. Kind_of like a canine_version of_Armageddon.

Osama,_she said in_a_hiss. Osama_bin Laden. Osama! A tone of voice_which alerted_Wilbur Too that something goddamn serious_was going on and_he'd_damn well better get his doggie_act together and pay attention. Screw_this one up and he'd_be_lucky_to get day old fried_okra for his doggie treat that_evening back in_the kennel.

The Osama command, though certainly effective_to_Wilbur Too, did however cause Melissa_an_unforeseen problem two weeks earlier that_blindsided_her_with at least a 7_on the 10 point Blindside Scale._A hot tempered Brooklyn-accented black officer with a chip_on her shoulder_the size of a 2x4,_and_who_strongly suspected the entire white race had singled her out_for persecution,_thought Melissa said_Obama instead of Osama. Being already mentally and emotionally predisposed_to seeing KKK lynch mobs poised ready_to momentarily thunder down on her, she instantly assumed it was_a racial slur