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How Dogs Choose Us — Celestial Interlude pg273–274
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
Thalia greeted Rose and gestured extravagantly to an empty chair. “Our darling sprite needs to figure out a dog body? I would love to help.”
Fauna sipped her pink drink and said, “I’ve always had a soft spot for poodles, although one of the new golden doodle models might be nice. They’re awfully sweet. Did you bring the list?”
Rose pulled a small scroll from her gown’s pocket and unrolled it, “Mernie is specific, but not unreasonably so. She requests the same traits I had while caring for her as her canine:
I. A spirit companion as recognizable as Rosie when I first saw her as a puppy.
II. Female
III. A rescue
IV. Not a pit or a pit mix
V. No over-bred, squished in snout
VI. Soft
VII. Prefer standy-up ears, but not a deal-breaker”
The three nibbled treats and pondered, while watching dogs romp on the verdant lawn stretching away from the patio. Thalia lit up, “Ha. She’s always tended towards large wolfish, tough-gal ego dogs, right? Since she neglected to specify size… I’m thinking chihuahua.”
