I felt more organized this morning than I really was. I was Ms. Efficiency personified. The computer entry tray was bare. Wayne and I had met at seven, and my schedule for the week was listed in my daily planner. I had toured the kennel and had a nice chat with Harvey, my vet. We agreed that the dogs were healthy and the masterpiece litter were gaining nicely and looking like champions already. We were kidding each other. It would be months before their stance, bone structure, and even their amount of wrinkles could be judged and evaluated. We were literally whistling in the dark, hoping that by saying they were perfect often enough, it would become gospel. I decided to beard the lion in its den. I dialed Susan’s number. “Am I still on your list of people that you don’t talk to, or am I forgiven?” I asked contritely when she answered. “At this stage of my life, I can’t be too choosy with my short list of friends, so you’re back in my good graces. How’ve you been?” “Do you know of anyone who needs to rent a small apartment?”
What do You think about Ten Little Bloodhounds (1999)?
