Thursday, August 30, 2007

The traditional dances of Pomerania live again

Max is much better, thank goodness.

You notice, when someone is sick, that you miss little annoying things they do. Who knew I would be happy to hear Max yapping at every passerby? It's normally something I'm trying to break him of. But this morning it was very, very welcome. It would be nice if I could maintain this perspective whenever someone is annoying me (as opposed to some thing -- it's still ok to hate the fax machine and not care if you never see it again -- you will not miss the way it jams your paper and spits out no-can-do "confirmations").

Max is back to dancing and barking and exhibiting his somewhat zany zest for life, so all is right with the world again.

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