Transcript
Narrator (0:06)
Christmas is coming, but you don't stop to chat and you don't put no money in this old man's hat. If you got none extra, well, that'll have to do. But if you're sitting on gold, I'm coming for you. Listen to sport, Stay tuned. When work gets crazy, I like to stop by the bar after, have a few cold ones.
Lorena (0:49)
I don't drink at all until 4:00. We limit ourselves to one bottle of wine a night.
Health Expert (0:56)
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Narrator (1:58)
I have a bad dog. I mean, Georgie's a good boy. He's a sweet mutt. Somebody found him wandering on the side of the road. He's just a couple weeks old, missing a leg. So I don't know about his early life. It seems like it was tough, really hard. But whatever happened, it gave him something. Some kind of magic power. Because now Georgie refuses to do tricks or anything. The come fetch, heal. He can't be bothered. Instead, he's got a sixth sense. If you feel in some kind of way, if you haven't even noticed it yourself, he notices it. Puts his head in your lap, looks directly at you. No screens, no filters. Makes you feel better. So then a little while ago, this dog suddenly starts bringing rocks in the house. Rocks. And I don't want him to hurt himself, so I take the rock from him. I toss it as far as I can. Bad dog. Leave them rocks alone. But then he's right back in the house with some rock. Georgie, for the love of God. And it takes a while to notice that it isn't rocks that he's bringing in the house. It's a rock. One rock doesn't look particularly special about the size of my palm. Just a rock. Colored rock. And it's crazy. I can throw this rock, bury it, hide it, whatever. The dog is going to find the rock. Fine. Let me just decide. Let the baby have his bottle. All right, Georgie. The rock stays in the house. And putting this rock in the living room seems to make this dog happy. Happier. He's always happy as a clam. Another dog that won't watch TV or anything will sit and look at this rock for hours. And I don't care about any rod. At least I didn't. But Georgie loves this rock. And I love Georgie. So now I love the rock. It's become kind of a totem, a charm. I rub this rock for luck. Sometimes I sit right next to Georgie and I look at the rock, too. It's nice. In fact, if a thief came in the dark of night and stole away this rock, my family would mourn the loss. Something special, for real. What is going on? I do not know. But George is getting older and I just asked the universe to please, please.
