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By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, has been assisting the keeper in accepting the body betrayal that befalls everyone from the moment they emerge from the womb as cute little, standard-sized bundles of joy until they no longer breathe the air.
For some, the lifetime of body betrayal goes beyond annoyance to obesity with all the stages in between, and no one escapes the need to constantly adjust to a body that grows as it demands chocolate cake and French fries lest it initiate serious depression.
Most recently, the keeper finally acknowledged that his betraying body was never again going to allow him to wear the dozen or so pairs of pants that have been hanging in his closet for years–since back when he had the waistline of an ant instead of a permanent baby-bump.
So he packed up the pants and headed for St. Vinny’s to give–and receive, further down on the pants rack, of course, and somewhat comforted by going the very cheapest route in a body betrayal response.
Phyllis said she was “impressed;” and the keeper chose not to pursue her comment to see if it applied to his facing the reality of his baby-bump, making room in his cluttered closet or to his cheapness.
Sometimes it is best to leave things at “multiple choice.”
