There Goes My Date with Doug Simpson, Big Man on Campus

I took Stella, our 60-pound pointer-pit mix, for a walk at the park on Saturday. We made it back to my Jeep, where I leaned over to remove her leash. At that precise moment, she hurled herself up into the Jeep, ramming her forehead directly into my nose.

The swelling is finally subsiding after 48 hours, but my husband continues to call me “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia.” If only my head didn’t throb when I laugh…

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