So I was driving down the road in a typical commercial area. The weather was perfect, not too cold and not too hot. I had the windows down, and the wind coursing through my hair was just perfect.
I was on my way home feeling a little solemn and lonely. *sigh*
There goes 5th street, then 4th, then 3rd. But Ocean Ave, now that was different.
As I entered the intersection of Ocean and Roosevelt I took a quick glance to my right. Then, without a single warning, there you were in all your glory.
You walked with a skip in your step, and seemed liked the type who lived life without a care in the world. It's quite the charm, I must admit.
You weren't tall or big. In fact, I would go as far as to say that you were rather short.
You wore that cute little red scarf around your gloriously white gleaming neck. That woman you were with has absolutely no idea how lucky she is to have you.
Why are all the good ones taken? I'm reluctant to admit that you two look good together. So good that it fills me with jealousy.
Is it wrong to wish that I was in her place? To be the one walking down the street with you?
To hug and pet you to my heart's content? To hold your leash and walk you every morning? OMG! You were such a cute puppy!!!!!