Gone to the Dogs

I'm indescribably proud of my Ds. Both are privileged, as they know. But unlike many young ladies in their position, they appreciate their lots in life, and give back. A lot. D1 joined the Junior League, and does dog therapy with her Spaniel. Now, D2, already having a busy summer interning at UM's med school, and babysitting for cash, is also undertaking the therapy gig. She will wake up EARLY this am and head over to a Kendall nursing home/ALF with our strange mixed dog Vienna. D2 likes waking up early as much as I enjoy prostate exams, but she's doing it nonetheless, on her own accord. She has to be observed with our overgrown sausage dog three times, and then receive the license to volunteer at hospitals and schools. Go D2! Wifey and I are so blessed with these daughters. I guess a big part of who they are involves the friends they choose. Last night, D2, Wifey, and I headed out to the Wynwood Art Walk, along with Ben and Rebecca. We ate at food trucks, and strolled the scene, and watched some of the Heat game from the tvs the arts folks set up. Ben and D2 go to UF together, and Rebecca is a Seminole, and the three of them together are so delightful -- laughing at the jokes and tales they've shared since Middle School, and just enjoying each other's company. We went over to a gallery where D1 once served cognac. We met her friend -- the one who got her the job. She was a gorgeous young woman -- half Dutch and half Colombian, and she went on and on about how delightful and charming D1 is. Our cups ranneth over, even though she was out of the cognac and couldn't give us samples. Back to this strange rescue dog...The vet lists her as a Dachshund mix. I guess. But she has the head of a mini shepherd dog, and a body at least as thick as 4 of the fattest Dachshunds ever seen. She walks like a torpedo goes through rough water. I'm sure she'll bring smiles to some patients, once she gets certified. The fact that a gorgeous 20 year old is her handler won't hurt in that regard, either.