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We had no theme song for the pooch as we did for the cat. Oh, we tried to get something going to the tune of “How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria?” But the poor canine got nervous at the sound of music, canned or live. All of which I was reminded of when I found this passage in a journal the other day. If I remember correctly, the pooch and I were sitting on the beach together.
My pooch just gave me her “Knock it off!” look. I took the hint and stopped humming. She turned away from me and loudly “Hrrrmphed,” which in this context meant “Sheesh! You’d think she’d know better by now! What’s a dog got to do to get a little obedience out of people?”
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