Bodie likes this one grey dog in the park who
is 3-4 times her size. The dog is beautiful,
with long clumsy limbs and a sweet face.
As my mother pointed out at last night's sedar
(a word, by the way, is not recognized by a goyisha Word's spellcheck) that jews have celebrated this holiday in harder times than this. You know, the Israelites fleeing, the Holocaust, etc. She says this every year, and it's always sweet. About as sweet as Bodie when she sleeps on Saturday afternoons. I should call this my bdog...
