My friend B has a wonderful Schnauzer named Abby (also known as my "niece"). I've known her for about six years, but hadn't seen her since B and G moved to Panama a few years ago.
When B lived in Fort Lauderdale, I was frequently at his house. Very often when I would arrive, Abby would pee when she saw me. It was kinda cute, in a weird way. B and I used to laugh.
So last Thursday, I get to B's house in the mountains of Panama around 2 a.m. Abby, of course, was there to greet her Uncle Glenn at the door (along with her stepbrother, G's dog T-Bone).
And what did she do?
She peed. Not once, but twice.
I had forgotten about that endearing habit of hers. I noticed the pee and mention something to B. He looked at me and laughed.
"She hasn't done that in years," he chuckled.
Not since the last time she saw me, of course. I hope it means that she was happy to see me.
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