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Actually, I had lost my hamster and could hear him scratching in the wall so I took a kitchen knife and bored into the skirting board to rescue him.We all like to dream, and there are few better places for it than here in Los Angeles.Right now the sky is clear blue, the city is green with new foliage and the thermometer is rising above 80F.Sometimes I was beyond caring and would open the door looking like Worzel Gummidge.I thank God for my dog who never deserted me or thought I was lazy or a freak and loved me anyway.