The pugs and I just got back from our long walk of the day. Sundays are my favorite because the neighborhood is still and quiet, even at 9 a.m..
I took them around the block to the street just west of us, which is a beautiful street with lots of grass and trees and an expansive sidewalk. We came across a couple of people setting up yard sales and a jogger or two, but mostly it was just the 3 of us.
The morning was so lovely, I decided to take them to the park, hoping that we wouldn’t run into any terrifying rageful guys; sorry if you were hoping for another crazy in the park story……didn’t happen today. The park was almost empty, except for a teenager riding around on a dirt bike and some Russians playing chess at a picnic table. It was perfect. We ran around on the grass and the girls had their way with the trees and it was just a frolicking good time.
When it started to get warm, I coerced the girls into heading in the direction of home. I don’t know if you know anything about Pugs, but they are so stubborn, they give stubbornness a run for its money. They do what they want, when they want….unless of course there are treats involved, and then they will do what you want..maybe. They are so smart and amazing and loving, and I embrace their stubborn streak with totality; I am, after all, pretty damn stubborn myself.
So, with many treats enjoyed, we finally head toward home and I see a man across the street looking for something in his car. He was in his late sixties or early seventies, wearing khakis, a cream colored button down shirt and a beige cap. He looked like a run of the mill guy giving his classic ford some TLC on a Sunday morning. I just happened to turn my head in his direction, or I wouldn’t have had any idea he was there; he caught my eye and scowled – not unusual in my neighborhood; older conservative men can often be disapproving of all of my tattoos. Jade was sniffing around a particularly enticing patch of dirt and I was minding my own business, just paying attention to my dogs, when all of a sudden, from across the street….motherfucker motherfucker motherfucker, fuck you satan fucker. I guess we must have caught the guy on a bad day.