Today's field note from Sgt. Puppy and the morning watch at Camp Puppy Haven, Vermont.
Another summer arrived in Camp Puppy Haven. Somebody left the gate open. Nobody minded.
It was Monday, June 1st. It was warm in Camp Puppy Haven, the lilacs just past and the first real heat coming in off the valley. We were working the morning watch out of Anti-Brooding Squad. My partner's Murph. The boss is Captain Pickles. My name's Puppy.
A man was standing on the porch with his coffee, thinking too hard about the week ahead. Murph sat down next to him. The week got smaller.
Sgt. Puppy's Field Notes are published most weekday mornings.
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Standard issue at Camp Puppy Haven: tees, sweatshirts, and hoodies for the humans on morning watch.
