Since I write geezer-lit mystery
novels, I’m always interested in geezer-related activities. When we lived in
Colorado, I often hiked with two friends and a West Highland Terrier named
Mac. The three of us old guys were over
sixty and got out regularly on Sundays to hike in the summer and snowshoe in
the winter. Along the trail, invariably,
women stopped when they saw Mac and said, “Oh, what a cute puppy.” They never looked at us and said, “Oh what
cute geezers.”
Thursday, June 9, 2016
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I love that! Cute dogs can make us older folks visible again. I found that out after adopting my brother's Scottish Terrier. People who would have nodded (if that) and gone on their way now stop to get acquainted with Sassy Dog.
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