G:Sunshine, you got a bad case of puppy love?
	R:Hey, Phoebs. Oh, hey, how's the dog?
	J:Yeah.
	P:OK, I talked to the vet. people are so nice upstate.
	Anyway, he said that the little fella's gonna be Ok and I can pick him up tomorrow.
	J:Oh, Good.
	R:Oh, thank God.
	J:Yeah.
	P:Yeah, but he did have to have a bunch of stitches and he said that only once in a blue moon does a dog's ear grow back so...still hoping.