Max, my 17yr old dog, had disappeared. He had trotted off along a rocky beach, trailing his lead. Always the explorer, the beach offered a lot for the connoisseur of doggy type smells. Its rocky edge provided plenty of nooks and crannies for the convenience of tourists. I wandered up and down for hours searching. Calling his name was pointless as he has the peculiar affliction of judging sounds coming 180 degrees from their true source. Hearing his name called sent him running off in the opposite direction. Woke up still dogless.
Pacified slightly by his presence on the floor in the morning.
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"Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most?"
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