Musing from a contemplative mind....

This morning I flew to San Antonio and while I was going through airport security  three people looked at my license.  All three commented that there were bite marks on the right side.  No, I do not chew on my license, these marks were made by my now deceased dog, Bradi.  What is odd is that of all of the hundreds of times that I have flashed out my ID, I have never had anyone say anything about it - and now that Bradi is a memory... three people in a space of five minuets commented about my license.  I guess you can say she made a lasting impression.