Short post today. Rain gods have shown favor and the sea beckons...
Behind Aloe Cafe is a large penned-in area where crazy little pug dogs can run around, pant, and look freaky. From within, two tall lean lovely women opened the gate and passed through. Behind them, a small black pug escaped through the open gate and followed them toward the cafe. Feeling a chivalrous itch deep within my Y chromosome, I sauntered over and smiling at the ladies, scooped up the dog and began walking back to the pen.
From behind me a voice said, "Excuse me. That's my dog."
Major shrinkage.
On the turntable: Holly Cole, "Romantically Helpless"
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment