My dad has a dog named Dixon.


His little niece was over, and she said,

“I can never remember if his name is Dixon or Diskin, so I call him Dickskin.”


They hushed her up pretty quickly after that one.


Today I was at one of my too-many recent medical appointments. The cleaning lady was trying to cheer me up while I was waiting to be seen, making small talk about her daughter (and pets, one of my favorite topics.)

“Oh yeah. She’s got two black labs. They’re yellow.”

It feels good to smile when you hurt.