Katie stands in the kitchen eating egg drop soup while I sit at the counter eating a frozen dinner, both of us exhausted from a long day.
“I saw a lot of Sunday dogs today,” she says, “dogs in handbags, under people’s arms, lot’s of pugs, you know.”
“I knew exactly what you meant as soon as you said it,” I tell her, impressed.
“I made up the term myself,” she replies proudly.
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