That picture always reminds me of the shoe store where I shopped for inserts for my plantar fasciitis (which is cured since I found out what was causing it).
I walked in the door and immediately two little chihuahuas came dashing at about 100 MPH from the back of the store and proceeded to demand attention.
I spent more time with them on my lap getting love, kisses, scritches, and pets than getting fitted for the inserts.
These were custom-made inserts, so I had to return to pick them up the next week, and I got the same treatment. And so did the chihuahuas. When I left, they
cried. I felt terrible! But while I was there, I just couldn’t say no to them.
I said, Now were both members of the Cracked Head Club. You know, I had two craniotomies. For real. They literally took the top of my head off. Twice.
Now, the wags in Delaware, when the second operation occurred, wrote and said, Well, its because they couldnt find a brain the first time!
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