Monday, November 16, 2015
The past few weeks . . .
. . . on a global, local and personal level have been deeply discouraging.
This is why I am especially grateful for my brother Jimmy, an attorney in Vegas, who sends me texts like these.
Yesterday there was a dog adoption at Petsmart. There was a pretty Cane Corso dog, and I asked the Humane Society handler about the dog. She was British and had the accent to prove it.
HER: Do you already have a dog?
ME: Yes. A cocker spaniel.
HER: That won't do. This dog needs to be an only dog. It won't get well with another.
ME: Do you accept trades?
HER: (appalled) What?
ME: I take the Corso. You get the cocker--[seeing the concerned look on her face]--but I'm just joking.
HER: Well, it's not very funny, is it?
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3 comments:
that's excellent. a good text does sort of lift your spirits, doesn't it?
Your brother is a keeper. And I'm sorry about the sadness. I'm thinking of you and sending love and permission to eat some doughnuts.
That is a serious dog person. And I totally heard the accent in my head. Too much American humor?
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