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  • My friend Jesse's parents live on a beautiful piece of property near the Canadian border in northern Vermont. If I recall, it's somewhere around 150 acres, some of which is devoted to Maple Syrup production. Their dog Boris has quite the life - free reign over the property (and the town really).

    Boris had taken a liking to Rachel and I when we visited for a couple of days, as we would go on plenty of walks with him. One day while out on a walk with him, he seemed to be really insistent about leading me somewhere. I don't know how I could tell, but anytime I started to stray from following him, he would make it clear that he wanted me to follow him. And so I did, and he took me on a different path than we had walked before, to this beautiful clearing - a long, flat meadow surrounded by beautiful trees. Towards the corner of the meadow was a small patch of trees and rocks. It was here that he was leading me.

    We arrived at the patch of trees and rocks, and he jumped right in. It wasn't easy, the rocks were large and while it was easy for a dog, it took some effort for me. But he was clear - he wanted me to follow him in, and so I did. I didn't know what to expect! Was there some kind of treasure? A dead animal? It could be anything.

    Finally I got up on one of the rocks, and made my way into the patch. I started sniffing. Something was off. I looked around, and everything looked normal. I soon realized what the smell was - it smelled like a sewer. I looked down between the rocks and the trees, and suddenly it all made sense.

    Boris had taken me to see his toilet. I guess I should be honored, as I was the first person he had ever brought there. What an honor.
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