I never met Clarice.
Christa met her at a shelter in Connecticut where she had been dropped because her humans thought she was pregnant.
Nice Catholic republicans.
She wasn't. She was just fat.
She, and her equally fat male counterpart in Ajijic, Qigley, inspired me to do the Pas de Chat's.
Now I hear from Miss Alice that Clarice has been adopted.
And to a family with a dog, albeit a blind one.
So listen up all you fat broads out there
somewhere there is a blind dawg waiting just for you.
Just ask Miss Clarice.
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