My people left me for awhile today. They said they went to a place called Jerome. I don’t really care what they did, but what I do care about is what my younger person smelled like when they came home. He smelled like scrumptious, juicy, flavorful, tasty, water is pouring out of my mouth, barbeque ribs.
Next time you go to a place like that people, please take me with you. I’ll behave. I promise. All you have to do is give me some of those ribs.
My people said there were no dogs allowed where they went. It was a restaurant called the Haunted Hamburger. The what? How can a hamburger be haunted?
They said they didn’t know about the hamburger being haunted, but the town of Jerome is famous for its hauntings. You’d think they could find some ribs in a safer place.
Well I decided that maybe I didn’t need to go with my people to such a spooky place, but the least they could do if they were going there anyway was to bring me a doggie bag.
My person showed me some pictures that she took in Jerome.
View from the Haunted Hamburger
Jerome, Arizona
Jerome, Arizona
At the base of the copper mine
House in Jerome
Abandoned House in Jerome
Street through Jerome
This one says it all.
Jerome Resident
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