We've been noticing three figures trotting down our street for a couple of months now. They look so jolly together. And not in a matchy-matchy outfits sense. Just maybe sort of something you'd observe and think, hmm that looks nice.
Two women and a dog and they jog down the street and the ladies are not exceptionally fit or anything-they are joggers tho, but it's the dog. He's like an attractive piece of luggage between them. White, short hair, pointy ears, very alert. Trot trot trot.
The ladies chat and it seems like the dog kind-of keeps up his part of the conversation by trotting along in the designated space between them. It's always looked kind of appealing from afar.
It depends on how many times we bonked the snooze alarm and when I saw 'we' I mean my partner's not all leaping out of bed either. She's trained to snooze for exactly seven minutes without changing the warm space she's established on her bed. But, for whatever reason, we're usually about 15 feet away from the dog joggers. Maybe in front. Maybe behind. But never within sniffing distance, until today.
They were close to the curb and I had Grantley long on the retractable leash from the sidewalk and I watched her. It seemed like she had been waiting to befriend this fine white specimen-k9 for ages so she does her sweetest/most irresistible/Hail Fellow hello hello hello wag-a-thon thing that she does so well and that white short hair bastard went psycho/nut-job/coocooberry pie on her jovial Welcome Wagon-ing approach.
And it was the coolest thing. She didn't hesitate, consult a life coach, enter therapy, go out for lunch with her bitches-I mean girlfriends, have her chart done, go to the relationships section of the library and drag 900 why isn't this working books home, score some botox, get her nails done, shop for collars. Nope. None of that.
She jacked up her hackles and told him to piss off (in dog language naturally).
I was ever so proud of my brave girl. Taught her everything she knows.
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