D: While you were away I did some research.
G: That’s my Einstein. So, what did you investigate?
D: SAD – Separation Anxiety Disorder.
G: Hmm, that sounds interesting. Any findings? Continue reading “Didi Dialogue – 55: Separation Anxiety”
D: Can you mail my op-ed piece to the I-Jiffy-T-Poc?
G: Oh, sure. Well…umm.
D: What’s the matter? Continue reading “Didi Dialogue – 47: Mail Issues”
G: Remember telling me Butch talked you off a ledge once?
D: Mm-hmm. He did.
G: Can you tell me more about that?
D: Yep. It was a dark and stormy night…
D: OK. It was a dark night. I’d just settled down for a short winter’s nap.
D: When up on my back, there jumped a scorpion.
G: Eek! You’re kidding.
D: Nope. I could feel his proboscis against my back.
G: Kulfi. How terrible! By the way, I think you mean stinger.
D: Combat ready, I did two tuck and rolls and jumped onto a ledge.
G: Wow!! You’re amazing. Then…?
D: Then Butch came in and chucked the leaf out of my cage?
G: Whoa. Hearing check. Leaf? You said ‘leaf,’ right?”
D: Amazingly shaped like a scorpion.
G: Hee-hee! Oops. Sorry…so er, what about the ledge?
D: Shortness of breath, palpitations, sweating, nausea…
G: Panic attack?
D: Yep. Butch talked me into calmness, and off the ledge.
G: Amazing. Now, that’s a friend.
D: I know. Butch Freud. Buds for life.