Dogs, Drugs and 208% Dividend Gains

I lifted my mask a bit so that my old office neighbor could recognize me: “Hey!” he said. “Saw you and the pup the other day in front of Shake Shack. I remember when she used to sprint down the hallway, and now…” “Yeah,” I sighed. “It’s tough. Chronic arthritis, or something. X-rays, MRIs and a cocktail of drugs. Poor thing is only eight but acting like she’s going on 18. Anyway, we’re trying everything. What’s new with you?” “I’m actually trying to take a sabbatical. Get out of here for a while.” He paused. “If any place will take me!”… Read more