Oh, hes not really a service dog, the woman says of the minpin in a dapper service dog vest. But I knew a shrink in Costa Rica who signed the paper so I can take him any damn where I want. The woman I just met at a meeting and offered a ride and I had stopped in front of her house, which is near mine and for sale. We follow her into an enchanted space with hand swirled Spanish plaster, secret closets, and a two-tiered deck overlooking the river. Gonna stalk my daughter in Alaska, she says, explaining why shes selling this house of good karma. And my new friend, who has just moved here from Boston and might afford it, is hooked.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Jun 2014 23:41:36 +0000
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