My morning commute to the office walks me by a handful of characters. Seriously. I could write a book. One of the most interesting characters is a guy in his fifties, with a round bald head and an equally rotund tummy, who takes his dog out to do his business every morning in his boxers and a t-shirt…the guy, not the dog! The guy in his boxers; the dog gets to do his business. (Just to be clear.)
The dog is a mangy mutt at best, but clearly much beloved by this old man. Usually we pass each other barely exchanging glances. But this morning, as I passed by the dog, who was standing with one leg up, if you know what I mean…well, the dog growled, barked and started coming after me.
I yelped. Actually, shrieked! It was pretty funny. I didn’t actually know I had it in me.
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