Posted by on May 26, 2016 | 8 comments

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Oh, boy, what can’t we females do?  A story in today’s NYT touched me very deeply, because mama and I are always discussing why anthros can’t get along with one another even though they are from other countries and cultures, especially if they are from different backgrounds (!), and this story says it all.  Just imagine how it feels when you are getting your hair cut or coifed and there is someone next to you who is happy to have a little conversation or get your opinion or whatever, and how the beauty parlour (or the hair shop, as my delightful-with-words friend calls it) is actually a place where an awful lot of activity goes on that could lead into friendships.

Our friend, Anne (Mya’s mama), has stories about the hair shop in New Orleans where all of her mother’s friends and mother went and when their hair was up in curlers or foils and they had some time to wait for a comb out, they all traipsed next door to the corner bar and had a drink (one of them fell off the bar stool, I think, but that was rare–at least they were having fun together instead of making war!).

So next time your get your hair done or shop in your corner grocery or see a neighbour in the yard, say hello and chat a bit.  This stuff spreads around, you know.  And  I take these lessons to heart.  One of my best-est friends, Mya, is a DOGGY!

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She wants to play!

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She wants me to chase a bone with her.

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Do I want to chase a BONE?

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Okay, we chased the bone, and boy, am I BEAT!  Wish we had been hanging at the hair shop instead.

Or the bar…