When the weather turns to crap on my island paradise my attitude takes a turn, too.
Well, the day before yesterday was one of those days. Freezing cold rain, the wind blowing down from North Korea or one of those other countries that don't like me and it made me mean.
When Siberian Huskies don't want to go out for a morning walk, humans should stay in bed.
But, being who I am, I went out. I wore three jackets on top of a flannel shirt.
An umbrella was out of the question; the wind would destroy it or I'd go flying.
So, me and my old bones walked and creaked over to the office.
About 10AM the store across the street opens and I ran over to buy some coffee.
There was a woman sitting on a beer crate in the corner. I got my coffee and paid the cashier.
The gal sitting on the crate, all bundled up in winter clothes asks me if I want a "Kawaii Puppy".
Kawaii, means "cute" in Japanese.
As politely as I could, in my limited Japanese vocabulary, I said "Hell no, I have too many kawaii puppies of my own, already"!
Well, apparently, I didn't hear her right. She just wanted to show me her kawaii puppy.
She had the little guy stuffed in her pocket.
So, I said "Kawaii" and grabbed my coffee and ran back across the street in the freezing rain.
Before I sat down it hit me. It was a crappy wet puppy kinda day outside.
The gal had stuffed her puppy in her pocket to keep it warm and dry.
She knew I liked dogs because everybody in the village (who doesn't know my name) calls me "The old man with the dogs".
The poor gal was just trying to be friendly and probably thought I was a grouch.
And I was. That wasn't the way I'd have talked on a sunny day.
So, I grabbed my cell phone and ran back across the street to ask if I could see the kawaii puppy one more time.
I patted him on the head and said "Good Boy" and asked if I could take his picture.
So, there you have it. This is what a warm and dry kawaii puppy looks like when somebody cares enough about them to stuff them in a pocket on a wet puppy kinda day.
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Your a good Man ,Mike Grouch and all! Wet puppy kind of day must be going round the World.Great Post,Thanks.
Thanks. I'm not uauslly an old grouch like that; just old !
What a softy. Your description sounds like Scotland in the summer although I doubt I'd be able to stuff my German Shepard dog into my pocket.
You know, there are worst things to be known as, "the old man with dogs". Though, of course, the young virile dashingly handsome man with dogs may have been nice...
Of course, it could have been more embarrassing. You could have said yes when you thought she was offering you her dog...
That would of course put a slightly different slant on the name.
Whoa, Scotland gets freezing cold rain in the summer? I was thinking of dropping by that way sometime to have a beer with you. Not so sure now, though. I guess when I win one of those books you're always giving away, you'll have to spring for the postage!
Always good to hear from you. I tried commenting on your blog awhile ago and had no luck. I know I irritate Mr Google, sometimes but, when I'm back in good graces I'll try again.
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