Sunday, July 19, 2015

Unasked for Massage

"She's such a pretty girl," the older woman says, kneeling down next to my dog. The dog's tongue hangs out of her mouth and she holds her head cocked towards the ground as if she's just heard something she can't quite believe ever since she got sick a few weeks back.

Without asking, the woman reaches out and starts to pull the dog's head back into what would be it's normal position, all the while massaging her shoulders. The dog, usually utter averse to anyone so much as touching her, let alone this kind of manipulation, bears it with good grace, while the woman Rolfs her spine and says, "Just gotta get her back in alignment, here...."

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