they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

this really happened.

scene: lunchtime in downtown, kansas city. coat-demanding brisk temperature. sunny. tulips blooming. pensive girl takes her dog, kolby for a jaunt around the neighborhood. as they start up a hill, two working women head toward them. both wear ski coats with pressed slacks. both have changed out of their work shoes into more sensible ones. for walking.

woman 1 (from half a block away): "oh my! chihuahua! look at her.ooooh, oooooh, look!"

pensive girl (thinking): it's a boy. my dog is a BOY.

kolby: starts pulling on his leash to get to loud, adoring woman faster. wags his tail. begins to bounce up the sidewalk.

woman 2: looks slightly annoyed. tries to hurry woman 1 along.

director's notes: the women, now a foot away from pensive girl and pup, stop walking. woman 1 leans down to pet panting kolby.

woman 1:"look at you little doggy. chihuahua. how are you doing. what's going on doggy? i hope you have a good doggy day!"

pensive girl: yanks on kolby's leash to get him to keep walking toward the tulips. away from the women. thinks somewhat audibly, though most definitely out of earshot, "amazing that she had an entire conversation with my dog and didn't say one word to me."


  • At 9:08 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    when i lived in the river market - people knew the name of my dog - but not mine. that hasn't changed in either of the neighborhoods i've lived in since. don't recall their names - but do remember their dogs. i've always been more of a dog person than a human person - sad i know. glad my husband understands.

  • At 9:25 AM, Blogger Sarah said…

    Welcome to owning an urban dog. Try not to get too annoyed, because the scenario you described will happen at least three times a week. (Although, I still find it annoying, and I've had Rosie for four years.)

    Um, I'm also totally guilty of talking to dogs instead of people.

  • At 11:43 AM, Blogger Author said…

    No good dog has ever turned down love in its raw form. We as people have been grown in an environment where we think... What's the catch? What's the motive here? Perhaps a better civilization we would be if dogs were our owners. Perhaps it's easier to be friendly to a dog because it's almost given the dog will reciprocate. Perhaps... we are wired differently. I noticed that you didn't ask her what her name was. :)


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