Life, Life with Dave

Dialog 1: “Doglic”


First, sorry about the absence. I’ve just been busy lately and on the treadmill at night. It makes for a long day.

At any rate, I’m going to throw a salvo of posts at you tonight that will give you a glimpse of what it’s like to live with me, and what Ann has had to deal with since 1993. How she does it is beyond me.

The posts are simple dialogs that have been exchanged between me and Ann or The Kid, most of which made me laugh to a certain extent. The first one is called “Doglic” and here’s a brief introduction:

Ann is fully aware that I like to pick on her about her penmanship. She’s just the opposite of her mom, who is Palmer Method all the way. One day I saw Ann in the kitchen scribbling our shopping/to do list on a notepad. When she is done I look it over to see if there was anything she might have missed.

Me (reading list): Butter, paper plates, paper towels…

I stop and get a curious look on my face.

Me: What the Hell is a “doglic“?

Ann: Huh?

Me: “Doglic”. That’s what it says here (pointing to word).

Ann: Oh, the dog’s license. It’s due this month.

I stop and stare at the word a bit longer.

Me: You know you write funny, right?

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