When I was in my twenties, a quiz went around asking what type of dog you were. Without even seeing the results, all my friends picked me as a labrador: goofy, affectionate, likes their tucker. A lot.
Later in life, I’ve been pegged as a stubborn beagle — by a friend who is clearly a fox terrier, so he can hardly talk.
I contracted coronavirus last week.
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