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  • Walking my dogs is always an adventure. The basset hound, Miss Frankie, sets the slow pace, with her three-inch legs and a nose that is somehow always connected to the earth. Jake, or "Sweet-Sweet", or "Big Stupid," aims to run. Inevitably, the combination of the two very different paces causes my arms to be stretched in two different directions. I must look like one of those Stretch Armstrong dolls (even though in my head, I think I probably more resemble Gumby; the hair part, not the green part).

    While Frankie was lagging five or so feet behind me sniffing the ground, or, as we like to say, "reading the mail," Jake lifts his leg on the fire hydrant to our right. I shake my head and say out loud while rolling my eyes, "Oh, come on, Jake! That is SO cliche!"

    He's "Big Stupid" so I don't think he got it. But, I laughed all the way up the street...
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