A: An in betweenie weenie. — Laffy Taffy Joke #53 At 4:32 p.m. I set Jawbreaker's pug loose on the beach.I didn't mean to. Really. It was an entirely accidental occurrence. Mostly.When I came downstairs after the potato dirt shower, the little monst— um, darling started nipping at my feet. My fabulous new pair of grass green Sigerson Morrison slides with the cute flower cut-outs. The heels now bear several indentations that look remarkably like canine bites.Where the little mon— um, darling had been until that point I had no idea. He had probably been sequestered in a bedroom or something. Or mingling along with the guests and was only now pestering me because Jawbreaker had given him the attack command.I should have known there was a reason the French doors leading onto the deck were no longer wide open. I should have thought it at least a little odd.But no, I just flung open the door, hoping to escape onto the deck and close the little mon— oh, okay, he was a monster, off in the house, safely insinuating a pane of hurricane glass between him and my Sigersons.Then I heard the scream."Miissterr Puuggssleey!!!" Jawbreaker wailed as the little monster—now the little escapee—squeezed through the closing door and raced across the teak decking as fast as his stunted little legs could carry him.Quite fast, surprisingly enough."What have you done?" Jawbreaker cried as she reached my side, staring plaintively after the fast disappearing sight of Mr.
