walk the dog

Today is the last day of taking care of my friend’s old arthritic greyhound who lives to sniff every trace of urine on every bush or telephone pole. This carries over into sniffing the assholes of whatever dog he should by chance meet and by now I’m used to it even a little fascinated. What do these different data points mean to him and why do they result in him peeing over the area he seems excited about. Is it peemail like someone earlier said? Maybe so. There was a nanny ahead of us this morning who was guiding a boy and girl who were probably 3 and 4 and she bent over to pick something up, at the same time I passed them and the dog naturally stuck his sniffer into the middle of her ass. Probably emitting the best smell (as far as he is concerned) and she jolted upright and cursed the air and glared at me. I realized in that moment from her view I harnessed the whole performance and she knew I was a pervert and this my perversion. how could i prove to her otherwise? The first words out of my mouth reassured her the dog wouldn’t hurt or frighten children but that wasn’t what she needed to hear. She needed a cop to arrest me. She needed me to pay. What can you do when you live in a shoe? When Gladys Kravitz really witnesses Samantha doing witchcraft. Like when Jeff Beck said he no longer uses guitar picks. How is it possible?

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  1. HaHa! I can imagine the scene.
    Just catching up with you, reading backwards through your entries. Been too F’n busy till now.

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