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The Dog Days of Christmas – A Story in Pictures

I’m just not sure these antlers are me.
How the hell am I supposed to wear these?
No, I did NOT get into the spiked eggnog!
Man’s best friend, my ass.
All right, all right, if I have to.
Don’t worry, Little He. They go to sleep early.
And payback is hell.

Carol A. Cassara

I'm an essayist, a blogger, a teacher and someone who loves to live out loud. My essays have been published in Chicken Soup for the Soul, the Christian Science Monitor and various literary and news publications.

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