Happy New Years!
Okay. These past two weeks I have been babysitting my sister's little thirteen-year old six pound toy poodle, Chico. Yes, you heard right; and yes, I do know the Jeff Dunham joke about the little dog, thank you. ;)
Anyway, today as most of you noticed, is COLD. And something amusing happened. Let me walk you through it:
As I noted, today the temperature was 35-degrees Farenheit when Chico made me aware of the fact that he needed to be walked. So I get up, put my flip-flops on, put on my thickest brown jacket with hoodie while wearing my warmest pair of gray cotton sweatpants and go do the dirty deed of letting the dog out to do his dirty deed.
We're roaming around the green area of the apartment complex when I spot a peculiar sight. It's my upstairs neighbor, walking her own dog, a seventy pound hunting hound named Baley. Our relative dog sizes are the inverse of our own sizes, it should be noted. I am 5'11 feet tall and I weigh 200 lbs. She's 5'1 and weighs a 100 lbs. soaking wet.
She's also wearing her warmest brown jacket with hoodie, warm gray cotton sweats but she's sporting cowboy boots as opposed to my more tropical flip-flops.
I stop to gaze at her.
She stops to gaze at me.
I smile at her and say: "So, I see you got the memo about today."
She didn't get the joke right away, so I threw another on her way: "I will have to call you Mini-Me"
That one she got. We started laughing, because as ridiculous as it was, we looked almost identical in our winter attire this morning, and it was funny, except that she was a little tiny woman walking a HUGE canine killing machine, and I'm the "big man" walking the furry little ratdog. It was funny people but I guess that you had to be there.
Anyway, today as most of you noticed, is COLD. And something amusing happened. Let me walk you through it:
As I noted, today the temperature was 35-degrees Farenheit when Chico made me aware of the fact that he needed to be walked. So I get up, put my flip-flops on, put on my thickest brown jacket with hoodie while wearing my warmest pair of gray cotton sweatpants and go do the dirty deed of letting the dog out to do his dirty deed.
We're roaming around the green area of the apartment complex when I spot a peculiar sight. It's my upstairs neighbor, walking her own dog, a seventy pound hunting hound named Baley. Our relative dog sizes are the inverse of our own sizes, it should be noted. I am 5'11 feet tall and I weigh 200 lbs. She's 5'1 and weighs a 100 lbs. soaking wet.
She's also wearing her warmest brown jacket with hoodie, warm gray cotton sweats but she's sporting cowboy boots as opposed to my more tropical flip-flops.
I stop to gaze at her.
She stops to gaze at me.
I smile at her and say: "So, I see you got the memo about today."
She didn't get the joke right away, so I threw another on her way: "I will have to call you Mini-Me"
That one she got. We started laughing, because as ridiculous as it was, we looked almost identical in our winter attire this morning, and it was funny, except that she was a little tiny woman walking a HUGE canine killing machine, and I'm the "big man" walking the furry little ratdog. It was funny people but I guess that you had to be there.