So Portlands poopy weather is back for the day at least I noticed as I went in to start the coffee and out the window I saw a young man standing across the street trying for urban casual while his grey whippet, (or whatever) was bowed double on his leash pinching out a loaf. Well I am a writer, self admitted voyeurs all of us, so I watched and it took a while but finally doggie did the doo and now, I thought, the moment where we find out what kind of guy we got here. He looked around like a German spy in a Hitchcock movie while he dug in his back pocket for a glowing green plastic bag and...he didnt look happy about it but he got it done. I cant really say much about how you can tell who is in a superior position in a relationship by who takes care of the poop since my little rabbit buddy got here, but her shits are tiny and cute anyway. But that did make me think that while there are hundreds of reasons not to have kids, at least after a while they go poop by themselves, here in a super tourist trap gas station outside of Pahrump, Nevada.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 18:05:34 +0000