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02/23/00

I often wonder what my dog thinks. How much she knows. If she worries about anything at all. Monday morning, I was getting ready to take her to the groomer. As soon as she heard me say something to Linda about Pampered Pets, she went into defensive mode. Then when I got on the phone in the entertainment room, she crawled all the way under Linda's office desk to the very backmost part where she couldn't be seen. We finally coaxed her out and then she looked down the hall at me with one eye peering around the door of LB's office. All that from nothing more than hearing me talk and being on the phone, actions she's observed over time. Old Pavlov. What a guy.

You really want to know how much she absorbs during the day from our activities. When we talk about things that don't pertain to her, does she know what they are? Does she anticipate that I'll watch TV on Monday night to see Ally McBeal? Anyway, she's all "prettied up" now and she's ready to eat lots of treats.

I've been having a great time getting to know a long lost second cousin (once removed) of mine who moved back to Austin after forty years of being an orthopedic surgeon in Aspen and NYCity. What a fascinating man. The reason he moved from Aspen to NYC twenty years ago was that he got an offer to be on ABC-TV with Regis Philbin. Again, the power of the Internet. We met his daughter online through another bud of ours, Edith Frost , and that led to him. What is really strange, Saturday night, we were at the Seasons and talking to Rebecca Ryan's boyfriend Steve who is way up the ladder at Motorola. Turns out Robert's son Will works there too and Steve has been trying to get him into his group. As the GenXers say, "Scary."

Boy, the market was choppy yesterday. I really wish that Greenspan would shut up for a while. What does that poor old man want, anyway? The economy is firing on all cylinders and there's not a hint of inflation. It's a prefect example of too much power in too little a pair of hands. Please, can't someone just give him his walking papers and let us go on about our business?

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