He would be sorry to do it ifCujo had made it because he was missing his people, but you couldn t let a dog get away withA new thought came. Joe slapped the flat of his hand against his forehead. Who was going tofeed Cujo while he and Gary were gone?He supposed he could fill up that old pig trough behind the barn with Gaines Meal they hadjust about a long ton of the stuff stored downstairs in the cellar but it would get soggy if itrained. And if he left it in the house or the barn, Cujo might just decide to up and crap on thefloor again. Also, when it came to food, Cujo was a big cheerful glutton. He would cat half the first day, half the second day, and then walk around hungry until Joe came back. cheap tiffany jewellery Shit, he muttered.The dog wasn t coming. Knew Joe would have found his mess and ashamed of it, probably.Cujo was a bright dog, as dogs went, and knowing or guessing such a thing was by no meansout of his mental reach.Joe got a shovel and cleaned up the mess. He spilled a capful of the industrial cleaner he kepthandy on the spot, mopped it, and rinsed it off with a bucket of water from the faucet at theback of the garage. Tiffany 1837 That done, he got out the small spiral notebook in which he kept his work schedule and lookedit over. Richie s International Harvester was taken care of that chainfall surely did take theouch out of pulling a motor. He had pushed the transmission job back with no trouble; theteacher had been every bit as easygoing as Joe had expected. He had another half a dozen jobslined up, all of them minor.He went into the house he had never bothered to have a phone installed in his garage; theycharged you dear for that extra line, he had told Charity and began to call people and tell themhe would be out of town for a few days on business. He would get to most of them before theygot around to taking their problems somewhere else. tiffany and co bracelet And if one or two couldn t wait to gettheir new fanbelt or radiator hose, piss on em.The calls made, he went back out to the barn. The last item before he was free was an oilchange and a ring job. The owner had promised to come by and pick up his car by noon. Joegot to work, thinking how quiet the home place seemed with Charity and Brett gone . andwith Cujo gone.
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And if one or two couldn t wait to gettheir new fanbelt or radiator hose, piss on em.The calls made, he went back out to the barn. The last item before he was free was an oilchange and a ring job. The owner had promised to come by and pick up his car by noon. Joegot to work, thinking how quiet the home place seemed with Charity and Brett gone . andwith Cujo gone.