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My dog Mabel is a canine archaeologist.
She’ll dig in the yard, stick her snout as far into her test-hole as she can shove it, snort violently, and then dig even more furiously. I think she’s on to something, because the archaeologists who dug up the yard at Sylvester Manor (“Uncovering the enduring past,” July 4) a couple of weeks ago were also having the time of their lives, and were as proud of the ring, spoon, pipe stem and miscellaneous other artifacts they found as Mabel is of that sharp brownish thing she had in her mouth. (more…)
