Ridiculously Small World

So, making idle chit chat while waiting for the group ahead of us to tee off:

That day’s golf partner, who I’d never met before - “You have a dog? What kind?”

Saying what I always say to this question -  “Yes, but you’ve never heard of it.”

Golf partner -           “Try me.”

Me -                         “I have a Coton. Or to be more precise, a Coton de Tulear.”

Pregnant pause.

Golf partner                “Me too! And that’s exactly what I always answer."    

What were the odds? Not only have very few people ever heard of this breed, even fewer own one. I only have this fancy-named sweetheart of a dog because a friend of a friend needed to find a home for hers.   And yet there’s more –

We went through the how long have you had yours, where’d you get it, etc.

As we worked our way back in time, we realized that not only had this woman acquired her dog from the same breeder, we finally figured out that her dog is Mamie’s daughter. 

Mamie, back in her birthing days.

 

Game Night

     It all began propitiously enough.

Back off, Nostradamus

 It’s getting harder nowadays to stay positive.

Lunch Freebie

    You know those scenes where the bartender sets a drink in front of a woman and says, “It’s from the guy at the end of the bar.” The woman raises the glass in thanks and the man raises an eyebrow.

Sturm und Drang

I’m going out for lunch tomorrow, but picking out the restaurant was the easy part.

Love in the Backyard

My plans to make some progress on my fourth book were rudely interrupted today by romance.

(Too) Well Read

There’s a reason why I check out four books at a time from the library.