![]() Once my son got home from the game, I asked him how much money he left on that bed. Just how many Jacksons did our dog Phoenix eat? And what would we have to do to recover the cash?Īs I gathered up the tiny bits of paper on the bedroom floor, I gently scolded my little buddy by telling our corgi that this kind of cash could have bought a nice meal out. How nice of the boy to leave him something crisp to chew. The dog saw the boy leave and jumped onto his favorite spot, the boy's bed. He grabbed some cash in a hurry and then left the remaining bills on his bed. The boy was going off to a high-school football game. ![]() This is a story of a boy, his dog and the trail of torn twenties. ![]()
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