This is a new phase of middle age: when I get some kind of a flu, it begins in my head. I take two Advil, and the flu simply laughs at my medication. My head continues to pound. I don't always believe in the psychic bond between woman and dog, but Faith did seem to sense I was under the weather, and behaved spectacularly. She's become quite the schmoozy dog; yesterday, when she was at the vet, she made what looked like flirty eyes at a boy cat in a carrier. Today, she trotted over to the smokers who stand in front of the John Wiley building and wagged her tail. We'll never know exactly what the first two years of our dog's life looked like, but one hunch I have is somebody who smoked was VERY nice to her.
posted by Martha @ 12:21 PM
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