Friday, March 4, 2011


Wondered why our miniature poodle came dashing into the house this morning after her morning pee, with her tail straight up. Didn't take long before the answer was discovered steaming on the dining room floor.

She is afflicted, poor old dear, with memory lapses. Hardly surprising, given her venerable age of 18, edging toward 19.

I know how she feels.

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