So I’m walking Ray this morning. I read my book while I walk because as anyone knows, walking a dog is boring.
I casually glance down at Ray and I notice he’s not in his halter. I’m walking an empty leash.
I look around and he’s where I last saw him, licking something on the ground.
I always let him lick the ground outside the steak restaurant.
I run back and put on his halter.
I notice a big construction worker standing there laughing.
“Very funny. Why didn’t you say something?”
“I figured you’d realize sooner or later when you saw how light your leash was.”
“Glad you got a few yucks.” I walked away with as much dignity as I could muster.
I’m not feeling that good about myself now anyway.
Lizzie is the greatest friend. She does a million things for me.
She lets my family stay in her apartment when they visit.
I only had to mention that I wanted to start painting again and she sent me a bunch of paints.
That’s just an example. Like I said she’s a great friend.
I, on the other hand, suck as a friend.
The only thing she asks of me is to pick up her mail and water her plants while she is in Santa Fe and she only has 2 plants.