I’m sitting at lunch in the breakroom at my office. It’s a beautiful room that overlooks a deck and a wooded area, but my mind is on Cocoa Joy. She is having a small operation today, and I just talked with her vet. He’s a kind man, who has taken care of her since she was eight-weeks old.Â So she’s in good hands, but I’m still thinking about her. . . I can’t help it!
She had several small cysts that needed to be removed. Yesterday Robyn, who has groomed her for years, clipped her shorter so I would not be as “freaked” when I saw her “spots” after the operation. But I probably will anyway. After all, she has always been such a dependent dogâ€”not co-dependentâ€”she’s far from that. She’s just my dog, my friend, and my doggie companion. Life would be so empty without Cocoa Joy.
â€œYou can say any fool thing to a dog and the dog will just give you this look that says, ‘My GOSH, you’re RIGHT! I NEVER would’ve thought of that!â€ â€”Dave Barry