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Overheard This Morning...

During a conversation here in the New Proofreaders' Cave, deep in the bowels of one of the glorious metropolitan skyscrapers in fabulous downtown Salt Lake City:

"I feel so guilty about taking my dog's Valium..."

Hey, whatever gets you through the day, right?

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I guess that's better than sniffing his dog's butt or drinking out of toilets.

I want to know how the dog got a prescription in the first place. How does a dog tell you that he's feeling anxiety?

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