I have a confession to make. I alluded to it in an earlier post but prior to the knee problem, Stella had been impersonating a therapy dog for some months. We'd been going over to my friend Barney's house to visit and on days when the weather's mild, it's single-resident housing, people leave their doors standing open. When we get out of the car, several different men, from a distance will start yelling Hey Stella!.. out their doors. It's pretty great fun because they've all known her since she weighed twelve pounds. We head off in their direction and Stella always walks taller and more confident after that, like she's Jennifer Lopez or something. She gets a ton of head rubs on those days. Once, even a piece of fish. I know she thought that was her lucky day.
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