Monday, June 13, 2005

Dead? Extremely sleepy

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"

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