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I was getting ready for work this morning and ended up sitting on the sofa with the doggies while putting on my shoes. I was whistling while I was tying my laces…well, trying to whistle – I’ve never been able to whistle. It comes out mostly as air infused with some high-pitched strangling sound. Even trying to whistle a tune with low notes in it comes out as high.
I knew I was in trouble when Brinkley The Dog padded over to me on the sofa, looked at me, sat and put his paw up on my face, nearly over my lips. What is he trying to tell me?