"Your boy is handsome."
"You kiddin me ? He's gorgeous."
His pit is in tact
with clipped ears, something
I don't normally like, but
this wasn't a hack job.
"And how bout your girl ?"
he says, appraising Siouxsie.
She's a tangle of
leaves, stink, grass, and curls.
"I guess she's alright" I say.
He assesses me.
"Yeah, yeah, I feel ya.
But you ? You're lookin pretty
damn sweet. You married ?"
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DID YOU REALLY NAME HER SIOUXSIE???
i just died. dead.
oh right it's your dog.
oh well.
HA. i'm a disappointment, per usual.
ahh perfection
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