You may remember a few years back when I attended the farewell party for Dr. Oliver Cuddles, psychotherapist extraordinaire. Not only was he retiring but he was heading out on some travels to exotic places around the world. Luckily for me, he’s back in town, just in time to provide me with some pro bono counseling in my time of unemployed need.
We had an emergency session this morning. He came to my house, stretched out on my couch and ordered a turkey sandwich. After much fussing over what to serve him instead, since we’re vegetarians in this house (except for the dog, who happens to adore eating flesh), he ended up with scrambled eggs and toast with a shot of whiskey on the side. Not much has changed, I’m afraid, except he did buy a new hat in Taiwan.
Eventually, we got down to business.
Dr. Cuddles: HELLLLOOO!
Rebecca: Hi, Dr. Cuddles.
Dr. C: Well, you’re looking frightful, my dear.
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Welcome, Welcome, Welcome To My Party!
RC:Â Hi, Dr. Cuddles! I was sad to hear that you’re closing your office after so many years of helping deeply troubled people.
Dr C: Yes, yes. But it’s time to take a break and uncover my authentic self, much like a gardener puts on gloves and goes out to the garden in the springtime to pick up soggy piles of old leaves only to reveal… grubs.
RC: But you’re Dr. Cuddles, psychotherapist extraordinaire, you must know who you are. If you don’t know who you are, how can your patients ever know who they are? Besides, what else will you do?
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This is my newest acquisition, a wonderful doll friend. He is a psychotherapist. That’s all I know for now.
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1. Dr. Oliver Cuddles
2. Mr. Frank Chow Chow
3. Herbert Brandywine