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Dear Friends:
I haven't written because I am resisting the fact that the name of this blog must be changed.
It is now Dogs and Writer.
That's right. D-o-g-s.
She did it. Ma got us a new dog. Went to the Brookhaven Animal Shelter to interview the director who was retiring.
Guess what? Noooooo. What you're thinking is too easy. She didn't pick a dog in the shelter.
It happened before that. She gets to talking to a guy who is waiting for the shelter to open. His father was having health issues and couldn't keep his dog.
Guess who took the dog?
Well, I might as well tell you, her name is Sheba.
She is a two-year-old black lab mix. And, oh God, I can't believe I am saying this.
I LIKE HER!!
She doesn't want to be top dog. She likes me. She is not whiny.
Sometimes I get a paw on my back when I am thinking of a t-bone. Sheba likes to play.
She also likes to eat things. Like Mommie's half sandwich from Starbucks. Her walnuts. Actually, anything you leave out on the counter is fair game.
Sheba can also open the back door. She is also happy, like me.
The morning before Ma went to the shelter she looked at me and said, "Max, would you like a really nice girl dog?" I look at her and think, "are you out of your mind? I have you and dad for myself. I am actually spoiled for the first time in my life. Ma, I really thought you were an intelligent woman!"
Well, even smart dogs can be wrong. Sheba is okay. She has put a spring in my step.
Oh, maybe I'm going too far. Check in with me next week!
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I haven't written because I am resisting the fact that the name of this blog must be changed.
It is now Dogs and Writer.
That's right. D-o-g-s.
She did it. Ma got us a new dog. Went to the Brookhaven Animal Shelter to interview the director who was retiring.
Guess what? Noooooo. What you're thinking is too easy. She didn't pick a dog in the shelter.
It happened before that. She gets to talking to a guy who is waiting for the shelter to open. His father was having health issues and couldn't keep his dog.
Guess who took the dog?
Well, I might as well tell you, her name is Sheba.
She is a two-year-old black lab mix. And, oh God, I can't believe I am saying this.
I LIKE HER!!
She doesn't want to be top dog. She likes me. She is not whiny.
Sometimes I get a paw on my back when I am thinking of a t-bone. Sheba likes to play.
She also likes to eat things. Like Mommie's half sandwich from Starbucks. Her walnuts. Actually, anything you leave out on the counter is fair game.
Sheba can also open the back door. She is also happy, like me.
The morning before Ma went to the shelter she looked at me and said, "Max, would you like a really nice girl dog?" I look at her and think, "are you out of your mind? I have you and dad for myself. I am actually spoiled for the first time in my life. Ma, I really thought you were an intelligent woman!"
Well, even smart dogs can be wrong. Sheba is okay. She has put a spring in my step.
Oh, maybe I'm going too far. Check in with me next week!
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