Shocking Revelations
There is a faculty secretary here from Turkey. Late yesterday afternoon I asked her if by any chance she knew my neighbor. She exclaimed, "Yes, I know him! He's famous!" Here's why.
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Goodbye, Mr. Cholmondeley
And by the way, it's pronounced "Chumley." Don't ask me why.
Cholmondeley was one of the two cocker spaniels Rob "inherited" when his mother died. A couple weeks ago Cholmondeley suddenly started having trouble walking. The vet prescribed pills. Then a few days later, he developed a cough and quit eating. The vet prescribed more pills. The cough got better but the dog still had trouble walking, and he still wouldn't eat. After another week, the vet had "the talk" with Rob.
Mr. Cholmondeley left this earth yesterday, February 22. The second month, on the twenty-second day, in the year of our Lord MMVI.
He was not ours.