Swaggerblock

It is raining. I am walking the dogs.  So of course I have both leashes in one hand, my blackberry in the other, and a golf umbrella balanced between my cheek and my shoulder.

That’s when I run into my new neighbor, McDreamy, who has some sort of husky mix.

Between the phone, the leashes and the umbrella, I am awkwardly juggling too many things and trying my best not to drop anything. McDreamy wants the dogs to meet but I avoid eye contact because I need to focus on keeping Gertrude from lunging at the husky. She lurches forward and yelps. I almost drop the umbrella.

I look awkward. My dog looks vicious. It’s a giant swagger fail…and I blame her:


Ugh.