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Me: Well, Duck, plenty of people were glad to hear that you’re okay.

Ducky: Uh huh. That’s very nice. But you know what?

Me: You don’t feel so good?

Ducky: I don’t feel so good.

Me: Jinxed it.

Ducky: Does that mean you started spinning the house?

Me: Not literally, but in practice, kinda’.

Ducky: What happened?

Me: The vet called it “idiopathic vestibulitis!”

Ducky: Good for the vet.

Me: Nobody knows what causes it.

Ducky: I know what “idiopathic” means.


Ducky: But vestibulitis? 

Me: I jinxed it and now the house spins.

Ducky: It’s getting better now.

Me: Yeah. The vet said it should get better in about a week.

Ducky: Why did I get it?

Me: It’s fairly common in older dogs.

Ducky: Uh huh. And why did I get it?



Me: Anyway, I’m glad we took you to get checked out but it looks like this isn’t a big deal. Looking like you’ll be back to normal by Thanksgiving.

Ducky: Thanksgiving?

Me: Uh huh.

Ducky: Mashy tatoes?

Me: Well, the lady and I are going to her parents’ house for Thanksgiving this year. So we’re not making mashed potatoes here on Thursday.




Me: You’re bluffing.

Ducky: It’s idiopathic. Could be caused by disappointment.

Me: I’ll figure something out. I promise. I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

Me: Hey, Ducky. Someone thinks I should celebrate my run by giving you mashed potatoes. Isn’t that cute?

Ducky: The logic behind that is sound.

Me: I didn’t provide any logic and in fact it doesn’t make a lot of sen…

Ducky: MASHY TATOES!!!!!

Ducky: Mmmmm. Logic.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

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Ducky: I know that smell.

Me: Yup.

Ducky: That smell is a harbinger of mashy tatoes. 

Me: You know “harbinger” but pronounce mashed potat…

Ducky: Less talking. More…whatever it is you do that brings the mashy tatoes unto us.

Me: You’re being a good boy with those potatoes right there.

Ducky: Yup.

Me: Nothing stopping you from diving right in.

Ducky: There’s also nothing stopping me from biting your face off.


Ducky: Just choices and time. That’s all life is.


Ducky:  Choices to be made and how much time we take to make them.


Ducky: So how long until…

Me: Not long.

Ducky: That’s seven times “not long” in dog time so let’s not dawdle, Daddy.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.