“If I was a girl dog …”
My dog Ace gets a lot of compliments — far more than I do — but yesterday he got a doozie.
A burly, fortyish man in shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, passing us on the sidewalk in south Baltimore (we’re slow walkers), turned after he passed and said, “If I was a girl dog, I’d hook up with him.”
To which, a few seconds later, he felt it necessary to add, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay or nothin’.”
“It’s just that he’s a beautiful dog,” he explained, then continued on his way.