there was a shake down in the hsg parking lot the day before yesterday. waffs and i were coming back from our daily walk. we were on the sidewalk about four doors from my office. a cop car which was weaving through the parking lot pulled up.
small man with jarhead and wrap around sunglasses: ma'm, is that your dog?
schmee: yes. (reach down to stop waffs)
smwjawas: (in deepened voice now) put it on a leash!
schmee: uh, even in a parking lot?
smwjawasswipe: yeah!
i don't know why he irked me so much. a small man driving a big old patrol car and trying to look/sound intimidating. it figures that the only law he is enforcing is keeping dogs on leashes.
ready for road trip to the carpinteria bluffs
hsg parking lot at 11:56 am
waffs and i went to meet mary for lunch at the bailard hot dog stand. neither dog nor hot dog was good; waffs was on her worst behavior and my hot dog was mediocre, service and all.
