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When I was a tiny, wee thing, I had a dog named Brownie. I had Brownie for a good, long time as my memories of Brownie are of him being the best dog in the world. My Brownie! My bestest friend ever! The best, most beautiful, smartest dog that ever lived!
Many years later, my mom came across a box of old pictures. As I flipped through the images of my baby/childhood, I recoiled in horror at this bizarre wolf-beast looming over my tiny, sleeping, vulnerable self!
“What the hell is THAT?” I cried.
“Don’t you remember Brownie? You loved that dog more than life itself.” my mom replied. “He had light brown eyes and even the skin on his nose was brown.”
When you’re young, there’s no difference between inner beauty and outer beauty.
A lesson I strive to remember every day.
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Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Brownie and Me
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