I wasn't officially cute until I took a bull dog for a walk.
Unfortunately, it's taken me 23 years to figure this out. A lot of time wasted - time that I could have been spent being cute.
Alex's executive chef, Keith Green needed me to watch his bull dog Maggie tonight - simple, yeah? We could hang out in the apartment...I could read, scratch her belly, she would affectionately lay her head on my lap....but a girl gets a clue when a dog can't stop barking from her third story apartment building that that dog needs to take a walk.
So we took a walk.
Oh wait...I'M sorry. Maggie walked ME. That dog lays truth to the statement that "good things come in small packages". She's a powerhouse. Ever tree, bush, dog, person she wanted to sniff and pulled me along right with her.
The culminating moment of the evening, however, was when a drunk couple stumbled upon us and informed me that my dog and I "were both so cute!" A cute girl and a cute dog! A sight neve seen before!
Should all little brunettes keep bull dogs onhand in case they become doubtful of their own cuteness? Not a bad idea, apparently. Just don't wait 23 years to figure it out. Remember - don't waste the cuteness!
1 comment:
You made the evening a whole lot more fun for Maggie than it might have been. Remember how Treasure would lpull us along during walks in Squaw Creek Park? Her nose never left the ground.
Post a Comment