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| May 27, 1967 |
I don't understand why people constantly talk to or goad dogs when they walk by. My dog is a huge bitch and would probably eat your face if she could--or freeze instantly because she doesn't know what to do if she had an opportunity to eat your face. But still, just leave dogs alone. Walk on by.
One of my favorite things to do on a morning where I don't have to work is crack open my newspaper and immediately go to the comics page to start my day on a laugh. Instead, I see that Gladys has an infection. What am I supposed to do with that information?
