As I was taking Miss Brown out for her evening walk last night, one of the Stompy Girls and her boyfriend were coming in.
BF of SG: Hey, that’s a Boxer!
Me: (Pure jeenyous!) Yes, it is.
BF of SG: Hey, it be a girl or a boy?
Me: (Egad!) Girl.
BF of SG: Hey, is she been spaded?
Me: (Is. She. Been.) Yes. Yes, she has.
BF of SG: Oh. Well, that’s too bad.
Me: (Thank goodness!) Sorry!
BF of SG: Hey, you sure?
Me: (Boggle) Yes, I’m sure. Besides, she’s old and lumpy. (Not to mention the fact that her temperament is Teh Suck.)
BF of SG: Naw, she ain’t too old!
Me: (Yuh-huh!) Um, well, it was nice talking to you.
The funny part was that, even though this guy was clearly interested in setting up my dog for a sexxxy hot date, he was too frightened of her to actually come anywhere near her. When he and SG saw us coming out of the building, they both stepped off the sidewalk. Way, way, way off the sidewalk.
red paper boat 