The Hubby had another great walk with The Doggie. As The Doggie and I were walking this morning, he stopped to sniff at a sign post, as he often does. This particular sniff was more thorough than most, and seemed to go on forever. Bored, and anxious about getting to work on time, I said, "Come on, that's enough." "You can't rush this," The Doggie said sagely. "Each scent tells a tale." "Yeah, 'Once upon a time, some dog peed here. The end.'" I gave his leash a petulant little tug. The Doggie looked at me with the infinite patience of a dog. I looked away. "Not just 'some dog,'" he said, as he closed his eyes and resumed sniffing the pole. "This dog is old... male. A Labrador, I think, or at least a lab mix. He was given to a child when he was a puppy. The boy loved him, but he forgot to feed him and clean up after him. His parents grew frustrated, and when the dog chewed up some shoes, they took him to th