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Xuxa - a force for healing

Animals are such forces for good and for healing. This story is a special one. 

There is a homeless woman in Santa Monica who walks down the street talking loudly to herself at 6 AM.

 At the sight of my flatcoated retriever, however, she immediately comes out of her delusional state and smiles.  Then she happily accepts wet puppy kisses and proceeds to have a coherent conversation with me.

 Then off she goes, and the conversation with herself resumes.

 Here's Xuxa with two of her friends.  She's the one giving kisses.

~AS

 

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