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Anyone else out there who has a dog with split personality? Y'know like, angel at home, beast outside. Because I do. When my dog, DJ, is at home or work with me, he's Mr. Chill, either snoozing or shadowing me like I'm Master of the Universe. Indoors, my scruffy terrier is as meek, mild-mannered and respectful as the late Mr. Rogers. It goes further, my wiry-haired ragamuffin is just as polite when he has a sleepover at Uncle Howard's place or at BFF Cristina's love nest. A canine angel I tell you. But when DJ is outside with me, even...

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So I'm walking my dog this morning past a storefront office when this comely young woman standing at the window, smiles and winks at me. Never saw her before, but I sure liked the attention. Must be my swag, my je ne sais quois, I delude myself into thinking. I throw her a goofy grin, dip an eyebrow and flash my pearly whites. She laughs perhaps too hard, points to my dog, DJ, who is jauntily frolicking away in the snow. Then the lovely lady focuses her iPhone, snaps a pic of DJ and gives me a thumbs-up. Not exactly...

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    I kid you not, I've had some of the greatest thoughts in the history of the universe while walking my dog. If only I could remember any, even just one, you can be sure it would blow your mind. But alas, I have the memory of a goldfish, six seconds - seven when my wife prompts me with a pictograph, so you'll just have to take my word for it. (Although I wouldn't). I thought about recording my great thoughts on my iPhone, but I'd feel like an idiot talking at a phone while picking up poop. Actually,...

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