cash-physical-therapy-the-shattered-realm-blogspot-com.jpgA soft “grrrrrrrrrrrrrr” floated around the corner and in through my right ear from the larynx of “Candy”, a tiny lap poodle who I knew was perched on the lap of Grandpa Jones who was taking his electric scooter around the halls of Citadel Assisted Living facility as I knocked on Dee’s door to see her for her physical therapy visit.

Mischieviously I “frantically” knocked and exclaimed “Open up Dee!” (I’ve known her for a while). “There’s a wolf growling at me out here”!

Without a pause her tiny voice squeaked through and under the locked door, “That’s not a wolf. It’s a reindeer”! Can wit increase with age? I just had to smile.

All the best,

Lance
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