“Oh, you nutter! What are you doing in the road? Don’t ya ken you’ll get hurt? Get over here you silly arse!”
I am pretty sure this woman and I are meant to be best friends. If I see her again, I am inviting her out for a beer.
Okay, maybe not. But in my mind I totally will.
“I know that dog. I know it! It’s a jack! No, a whippet! No, it’s a something that looks like a Jack and a Whippet but is something else! I know it”
It’s a Shiva. Don’t feel bad. I don’t know what she is either.
“Them dogs are always sniffin’. What do you reckon they smell?”
They smell the earth and everything beneath it. Every beetle, every worm, every speck of life, alive or dead. If you were to sit and look at this spot all day, every day for a month, you would see hundreds, if not thousands, of people, broken toys, dogs, plastic bags, cats, rabbits, food wrappers, children, leaves float, walk, slide, and prance over this pile of snow. Everything you would see in those 30 days, a dog smells in one moment.
“I really like this sweater. It makes me look like a cougar with a wine problem but I don’t care. It’s my I-don’t-give-a-damn-if-I-look-like-a-crazy-cat-lady-because-I-am-awesome-anyway sweater.”
I should have asked her where she bought it. I could use some of that attitude.
“When I grow up, I wanna be a puppy!”
High ambitions, little girl. Don’t we all?