Fred was not your ordinary basset hound.With ears long enough to trip over twice and a belly that swayed like a hammock in a summer breeze, Fred had two great passions in life: cold beer and Grandma Margie’s lemon pie. Now, before you worry too much—Fred didn’t drink beer. Not exactly. He just loved to … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Fred the Basset Hound and the Great Pie Caper