by Randy C. Watts 480-343-3868
Last week I had an experience that I can't seem to get out of my mind. It reminded me that my heart is still capable of snapping like a guitar string.
I was in the lobby at the veterinarian's office. Our English Bulldog, Bosco, was waiting to go in to see the doctor for his annual physical. His girlfriend, Bobbi Sue (our other English Bulldog) was already in the examination room for her physical. A tough-looking man came in with a small dog in his arms. I think it was a terrier mix. The man was wearing sunglasses, and had no expression whatsoever on his face. I nodded to him as he walked in, and got no response. In fact, his face was devoid of any recognizable emotion whatsoever. I sensed that something was amiss. The woman who walked in with him went directly to the counter to speak to the receptionist.
