dog child
there is an eccentric lady in town who has a medium small sized annoying kind of dog. the kind with long, straight fur and high pitched barks. everywhere you see her, the dog is with her too. she puts its fur in pig tails with pink and yellow bows. the other day i saw her at the village green pushing it in a doll stroller to which it was attached by its harness. the dog child was vainly trying to escape its humiliating prison, and looked around nervously as properly-leashed dobermans and golden retrievers passed it by, making snide remarks, i'm pretty sure. for the first time in my life i felt sorry for a small dog rather than imagining myself lobbing it down the street into oncoming traffic.