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What can I tell you in five minutes?

Five minutes is all that I have as I release the old and welcome the new.

Which is what 2011 has consisted of so far for me. I think, I organize, I release. I list on eBay, I read and take notes. I am tired, but it will only be for a little while.

What can I tell you?

Last night my dog woke me up in the middle of the night crying out in his sleep. I think he was having a nightmare, which has sort of cast a pall over my day because I feel responsible if he is disturbed. For one thing, he was distressed while I was watching Dark Shadows because of the noise, and for another I was not as nice as I should have been earlier in the ice when I was trying to get him to go.

I can't wait to be home with him today and sit quietly with him for a while.

It may be true that poodles understand not just words but whole sentences. I have been trying it on for size, no longer speaking in puppy-talk to him. "Chevre," I said. "I'm going to be in here a while. Why not go get your raw hide so you'll have something to do." He went and got his raw hide and sat with me. It was pretty remarkable.

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