As I walked across the parking lot leaving the gym this morning, still red-faced from my hour long sprinting session, a sloppy old man getting into the safety of his 1987 Impala, sang out a "Here Kitty Kitty.." at me from behind the smoking cigarette hanging from his mouth. It took me all of about 2 seconds to realize that there was no Garfield or Whiskers wandering around, and I found myself cringing.
He was talking to me.
Clearly this man is either too old to know the term "politically correct" or too redneck to even care.
Could be either, based on observation.
And then, strangely, this feeling of smugness comfortably settled in over me, and I strutted my sweaty ass back to my F350 and hoisted myself hawtly up into the truck.
He was talking to me.
I think that maybe if I was 20 years younger I would pretend to be shocked, angered, appalled and offended by it. I'm pretty sure I even friggin' marched in the Toronto streets once or twice to bring awareness to the sexual harassment issue, in my more 'political' days.
But, at this stage in the game, I'll take it.
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
She's Here!
Oh, it was a tough job, but someone had to do it. I held her for the entire way home. And snuggled her. And even kissed her, despite the fleas. I love puppy breath. What can I say? I'm totally guilty. She put her head on my shoulder, for crying out loud. It was hard friggin' work. The hardest.

She's as sweet as a big fuckin' batch of candy floss!
And, she loves me. Oh yeah, she loves me.
Well, she did love me.
Until I abandoned her to the cold dark lonely unfamiliar kennel.

(She's going to be just fine. And so am I.)
EDITED TO ADD: I should clarify that her full name is actually "Carolina Cargo Flower Dress Hawk". S.Rube's very first suggestion (insistence) of a name was "Flower Dress" which we vetoed. I thought. Apparently B.Rube compromised and allowed "Flower Dress" as her middle name. I told the Rubes tonight that I would be sticking with C.C. But, they are calling her "C.C. Flower Dress" or just simply "Flower Dress". I cringe.
She's as sweet as a big fuckin' batch of candy floss!
And, she loves me. Oh yeah, she loves me.
Well, she did love me.
Until I abandoned her to the cold dark lonely unfamiliar kennel.
(She's going to be just fine. And so am I.)
EDITED TO ADD: I should clarify that her full name is actually "Carolina Cargo Flower Dress Hawk". S.Rube's very first suggestion (insistence) of a name was "Flower Dress" which we vetoed. I thought. Apparently B.Rube compromised and allowed "Flower Dress" as her middle name. I told the Rubes tonight that I would be sticking with C.C. But, they are calling her "C.C. Flower Dress" or just simply "Flower Dress". I cringe.
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