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As a matter of fact his whole cemetery committee gets excited. “You can’t put him in there.” he said emphatically. “He wouldn’t take up much room.” I said. “No way, this cemetery is only for people. Who ever heard of burying a dog in a cemetery, absolutely no way.” he repeated. It was easy to see Wendell was in a stubborn mood and I wasn’t going to sway his thinking. So I decided to give Snoop the burial a non-believer receives, just outside the fence. The good believers are buried close to the center of the cemetery. Two years pass and one dayjack, who was on the cemetery committee with Wendell, came to call. Jack talked on many subjects before he zeroed in on the poor shape of the fences around the cemetery. “We are going to put up a new fence and we wondered if you would donate more land so the addition could be fenced in as well.” he said. “No way — No way,” I replied again. What am I saying? That additional land would encompass Snoop’s grave, and he’d be on sacred ground. It’s time to get Snoop out of purgatory, and among the Yeos, I thought.

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