With my arm in a sling, I can’t even walk the d@mn dog. Then she comes along, all ponytails and grins. I don’t do friendly. It hurts, reminding me of what I once had and lost. “What’s her name?” “Who?” “Your dog? Its name?” “How the heck would I know? I call it Dog.” “Well does Dog bite?” “I don’t … Read More
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