Dog Days

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Sometimes I find myself on the same bus as a witty, slender golden retriever. She and her master sit by the front door, and last week Doggie decided to chase her tail while lying on the floor. There wasn’t room for this virtuoso static behavior, so, grinning, she chased her upper hind foot until she got shushed.

Like the pre-schooler who tried to convince her mother that spring is the first day of the week, Dog’s wit sailed past the responsible adult, as much of my kid’s insight no doubt sailed past me, although he did spend several seasons trying to convince me that L.L. Bean sold golden retrievers in its mail order catalogue.

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