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Ben Stein's Diary |
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| A Smile on My Face
By Ben Stein |
Friday
Here I am at the Atlanta airport. I flew in from LAX this morning. I was so groggy when I awakened in L.A. I literally could not remember where I was even though I was in my own bedroom.
Things are sad at our home. Our beloved Brigid, German Shorthaired Pointer of my dreams, heiress to the love I had for Mary Margaret of Santa Cruz, Trixie, Puppy Wuppy, Ginger, is in extremis.
She can still get around our house in Rancho Mirage because it's all on one floor, but we have to carry her up and down the stairs in Beverly Hills. Even though she is considerably diminished in size and weight, that's still a chore. Plus, she falls down frequently. Her back legs just go out from under her. It is (as my wife would say) "heart rendering." |
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