Last night I took Sugarfoot and Zumi out for a walk. I ran into my friend David, and we walked together for a little while. As we walked I started pulling the “Zumi Needs a Home” flyers that I had put up earlier.
David said, “So I guess you found a home for the little dog.”
“Yes,” I answered somewhat peevishly, jerking the masking tape loose from a poster.”
“So where’s he going?” queried my friend.
“NO-where,” I growled.
David burst out laughing.
Ha, ha. Very funny. How will I ever live it down? I own a Chihuahua. What is the world coming to? There’s a narcissistic, xenophobic, climate-change-denying, racist, war-mongering, nut-case in the White House, and I have a Chihuahua. Oh, woe is us!
And Sugarfoot, who is as usual, wiser than me, does not see him as a Chihuahua, but as a friend.