by Freida Marie Crump
Greetin’s from the Ridge.
Roscoe Peabody shoots dogs. At least he shoots at ’em. He’s never actually hit one but he’s scared a few with an inch of their immortal dog biscuit. Roscoe Peabody is crazier than a March hare and everybody around here knows it. He’s convinced that every stray dog has been fitted by the Russian government with a spy collar that sends pictures