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Parvo and connecting with an old friend

 I knew not what Parvo meant.  But that is what connecting with or in my case re-connecting with an old colleague did.  Old not by age but in terms of people who I knew sometime back.  For the record I looked it up and it is a virus - the one that can make canines sick.

Canine in question - Australian Shepherd and part Poodle.  And that she (pronoun as is the zeitgeist) aka my friend is now the proud parent of aforementioned mix breed also a she.  Apparently it is an undertaking.  Also costs a bit.  What with an all organic lifestyle with hard to understand meat preparations that this brown colored four legged creature thrives on.

We also chatted more about non four legged beings that we used to know.  Many have moved on to change their marital status or added dependents of the sapiens kind.  Some found new livelihood with more dollahs to do basically the same mind numbing work but hey covid has changed the paradigm some.

This friend of mine moved herself mile high (above sea level from being at sea level most her formative life) and is getting acclimated from what I gathered.  To the demographic and the oxygen or sparsity thereof.

We discussed Netflix.  Not the company's health or stock but their content or offerings.  I am a newcomer to streaming myself and have begun my journey with a particular action show that she too had been watching.  We bantered about this whole idea of people talking about these shows - a legacy watercooler moment.

We agreed to remain connected over the internet or telephone. She might likely stumble on this blog when she is cogitating with a particular sour mash derivative in hand.

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