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So my mother works in a building across from my house, as does her old office mate, Janice, and today around lunchtime she apparently got a phone call from Janice. Janice said she saw Hendrix running around the parking lot. My mother asks if she's sure it's him. She says yes, it looks like him - like a wolf with a brindle coat and lighter (she's met Hendrix once when he was small) - and he's running loose around the office parking lot. She didn't want to go up to him because she's heard dramatized stories from my mother of Hendrix disliking strangers. So would my mother please check to see if Hendrix was at my house?
Anyways, since I was out, my mother bursts into my house and rushes into my bedroom where Hendrix is staring at her from inside his crate, head cocked like "what?" She calls Janice and says it's not him. Apparently this mystery DS has then disappeared from the parking lot. Now both she and Janice are searching for the owner of the Hendrix-Look-Alike-DS. So Mr. H either learned to teleport or has a twin…. or someone needs glasses.
