“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” Groucho Marx.
She’s socially uncomfortable.
Let’s get her a puppy, another dog.
Let’s get the dog a dog.
And the cat.
All the cats.
Another playmate to her posse.
To follow her up and down the stairs.
Like lambs to Mary.
As she convalesces.
Her brain and confidence bruised.
Boredom and inertia breaking her.
Fear in cycles deep.
Of never ever going back.
And the cold stares.
Judgment.
When she needs a true friend.
Let’s get her a dog.
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In the gaze of the other 