Walking south on Grand with your dog (off-leash) at your heel, when I saw
you on your daily walk I knew only two things. One, I knew you were heading
out to the barn to milk those complaining dairy cows yet again and your dog
was a good dog who would not bother the cows. Two, I knew that you were the
only sane person I would see that day other than myself in those
intermittent periods where I lacked insanity. I have not seen you for a
while now, and very sincerely hope that your dog is okay. If you would
like to post a sign somewhere near there, I would appreciate it.