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April 13, 2007
"Puppy belly! Oh, puppy belly! Belly belly belly! Puppy!"

My purse and other bags are plopped down willy-nilly near where I've flopped down silly-silly, yet again, to play with and be in near-tears over a paw-flailing, tongue-lolling, tail-wagging dog. Breed, size, age, condition of fur all irrelevant. This, more othan anything else, comes naturally to me. It's like a reflex.

Invariably, the dogs' people are amused. Most are downright delighted with my getting right down with their dogs. And quite a few thank me for taking the time to do what I do.

Thank me? No no no. Thank YOU.