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| Jaeger with a blue (Marian) halo. |
I used to look kindly upon old men walking their dogs. Now I am they. I am recently retired, transitioning from students to a young dog. Already he has loosened my arthritic hip with countless episodes of Frisbee tossing and brightened my outlook with his pleasure at our daily dog walks.
Even the occasional bagging of a sidewalk turd is no source of irritation. No,the monstrous deposition becomes a symbol of my virtue, my belonging to a sacred society, as I stroll along with the bag displayed like a young acolyte processing with the monstrance.
We both are proud of our virtue.
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