• Since I was a young person, I always had some pets around. Most of these have been dogs, hunting dogs in particular. And I loved my pets.
• In getting older, I discovered that having a pet dog around is a lot of work. More work than I care to do in light of my busy schedule. So I have exchanged these pet dogs for a few pet peeves.
• One pet peeve of mine is when a waitress calls me "Sweetie." I do not know, it just gets under my skin. Of course, it might be good for somebody to think of something sweet about me. I prefer, rather, it is somebody who knows something about me. What bothers me is the people who know me really do not call me "Sweetie." There may be something to that.
• Another pet peeve is when somebody is eating broccoli next to me in a restaurant. Eating broccoli in public is probably not against the law, but it should be.
• And many pet peeves to go along with that.
• Recently a situation developed that caused me quite a bit of a quandary. The gist of that quandary had to do with money, which is another pet peeve of mine.
• When I was in high school, I had smashed my right big toe. At the time, the doc

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