well, just got back from the dog drop off. Same old same old.
Morgan was whining when I got home from work, so I knew he really had to go. I had 10 minutes from the time I walked in the door till the time I had to have Morgan up to that corner of darkness.
I booted up the hill, barely giving him time to pee on each tree, and was just passing the Bute st market at 5:43. 2 minutes left and there she is up there on the corner. Morgan stops to sniff the fire hydrant.
As usual, she's standing with her back to me.
I say to Morgan "where is she??!" all excited like,
he instantly perks up and starts swinging his head around, scanning for a tall thin all black clothed woman with black hair. He finally spots her across the street and instead of getting excited, he stops scanning and resumes sniffing the fire hydrant.
She turns and there it is. The livid look. Its hard to explain what that look is, its kinda like she sucks her cheeks in a bit, raises her eyebrows just enough to bring her brows up away from her eyes, but not quite enough to wrinkle her forehead. The lips are held together, slightly pursed with the corners giving the impression of being turned down without actually turning down. Shell cock her head just slightly off to one side, and when she blinks, she blinks with a quick flash of eyelid. Hawk's blink.
Its a subtle look, but its powerful.
Anyways, just as Im about to cross the street with the dog to hand him off to her, he goes into a squat beside the fire hydrant and starts to take a big dump.
FUCK, DOG! Wheres your sense of brotherhood? Wheres your infamous canine loyalty?? You couldnt have waited like 3 more seconds until she was holding the leash??!
no, you mangy hound, you have to do it right now. Bastard.
I bend down and start to pick up his shit, and shes waiting across the street. This looks like its going to be a two bagger. As I am squatting down there picking up his shit, she gets tired of waiting I guess and crosses the street. I am still hunched down with a plastic bag full of dog crap and she walks up beside me and grabs his leash. She walks away silently with the dog, leaving me squatting there to finish cleaning up.
oooo that was cold.
Pretty damned funny, really. Well, it was funny until I realized it was happening to me, then it was only a little bit funny.
Morgan was whining when I got home from work, so I knew he really had to go. I had 10 minutes from the time I walked in the door till the time I had to have Morgan up to that corner of darkness.
I booted up the hill, barely giving him time to pee on each tree, and was just passing the Bute st market at 5:43. 2 minutes left and there she is up there on the corner. Morgan stops to sniff the fire hydrant.
As usual, she's standing with her back to me.
I say to Morgan "where is she??!" all excited like,
he instantly perks up and starts swinging his head around, scanning for a tall thin all black clothed woman with black hair. He finally spots her across the street and instead of getting excited, he stops scanning and resumes sniffing the fire hydrant.
She turns and there it is. The livid look. Its hard to explain what that look is, its kinda like she sucks her cheeks in a bit, raises her eyebrows just enough to bring her brows up away from her eyes, but not quite enough to wrinkle her forehead. The lips are held together, slightly pursed with the corners giving the impression of being turned down without actually turning down. Shell cock her head just slightly off to one side, and when she blinks, she blinks with a quick flash of eyelid. Hawk's blink.
Its a subtle look, but its powerful.
Anyways, just as Im about to cross the street with the dog to hand him off to her, he goes into a squat beside the fire hydrant and starts to take a big dump.
FUCK, DOG! Wheres your sense of brotherhood? Wheres your infamous canine loyalty?? You couldnt have waited like 3 more seconds until she was holding the leash??!
no, you mangy hound, you have to do it right now. Bastard.
I bend down and start to pick up his shit, and shes waiting across the street. This looks like its going to be a two bagger. As I am squatting down there picking up his shit, she gets tired of waiting I guess and crosses the street. I am still hunched down with a plastic bag full of dog crap and she walks up beside me and grabs his leash. She walks away silently with the dog, leaving me squatting there to finish cleaning up.
oooo that was cold.
Pretty damned funny, really. Well, it was funny until I realized it was happening to me, then it was only a little bit funny.
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sluttygoodgirl:
Ew.......having to deal with someone like that on a continuous basis is just NOT fun.....so much negative emotion affects everyone around them.
bluechild:
