Unfortunately the puppy had a habit of squealing loudly at everything it was excited about, and subsequently it sounded like we were collectively beating it non-stop.
At one point Elyse stops in at Starbucks to get us some dranks and some water for the dog. Of course, the puppy is stricken by the notion that it's Elyse is gone, and starts yelping in despair at her disappearance.
I'm trying to keep it away from the entrance/door to ensure it doesn't get trampled, but it keeps yelping and I pick it up to console it, and also to not have red paint thrown on me by any passing PETA members for animal abuse.
CUE: WHYTE AVE DIRTY HOMELESS MAN,
Let me preface this by saying I don't have any issue with friendly homeless people. A man had asked us if he could pet the puppy earlier and told us about how if you take care of a dog then it'll take care of you. Almost a little heart warming. We told him to have a good day.
BUT LETS JUST GO OUT ON A LIMB HERE
And add on the determiner of:
If you come saddle up beside me while I'm holding a distraught puppy, and I think that maybe, maybe you just wanna pet the dog, but you put your arm around me, and with a twinkle in your unfocused eyes you slowly shift your hand down to give my waist a sensual lil' squeeze, and you say
Hey
hey
Do you got a dollar?
I can't go for that, no no, no can do.
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