"I'm so sorry. How's your nephew doing?"
"He's okay now--but he's traumatized. He's not riding on the bike trail any more. He doesn't want to be near dogs, and neither do I." He snorted. "Therapy dogs. The only therapy needed is for these owners. These dogs have no training, no certification, just a mail order label that's bought online. And I have to have dog snouts in my produce and bread--and my nether parts everywhere I go."
"Wow. You're really on a rant today, Cur," I said. "Is there more on your list?"
"Yup, but you'll have to wait until our next coffee kvetch. I'll be busy getting hate mail from dog lovers as soon as this hits the web."
I smiled. "Well, then, maybe you should get a dog to protect yourself, eh?"
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