His face started to turn purple and screwed up into a shriveled raisin. His mouth gaped open, and from the highest frequencies that only a dog can hear, he began to wail. I popped up off the couch. I shouldn've have been so foolish to think that I could sit! To think I would get a few minutes of rest for my aching back. To think I could get away with only an hour and a half of standing! I continued the journey of eternity around the dining room table. … Read more »