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Wayne and I are dog lovers. Before Bogie we had Peterkins. I picked Peterkins out of the litter; I house trained him; I took him to the vet ; I fed him . . . and he was Wayne’s dog. He followed Wayne everywhere. He loved Wayne and sort of put up with me.
Bogie is a different story. He’s my dog. He sits at my feet while I write and follows me from one room to the next. But until today I didn’t realize how much he takes after me. This morning Bogie went outside to do his business, and I discovered my dog is dyslexic, just like me. I have a dyslexic dog! Instead of lifting his hind leg, he lifted his front paw. Yup, Bogie is my dog.