Last night, as Chelsea and I completed our evening walk, we were joined in the elevator by a pretty young woman and a painfully handsome — but inebriated — young man.
“Hey!” the young man said. “Your dog looks just like a Jack Russell terrier!”
Chelsea has a bit of terrier in her mix, but she looks about as much like a Jack Russell terrier as I do. “She’s part terrier, we think, but she’s mostly dachshund.”
“No, no, no.” He very slowly and deliberately stooped down to pet Chelsea. “Definitely a Jack Russell.”
Chelsea backed away, as though insulted.
As luck would have it, we all were headed to the same floor. As we exited the elevator car together, my drunken, Russell-centric friend turned to the young lady and said, “So, you don’t sleep around a lot, do you? ‘Cause, like, I didn’t bring condoms with me or anything.”
She shook her head. “No, not a lot.”
With that, they disappeared behind her condo door.
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Omigosh! They’re actually straight people that live in your building???
The things people will say out loud! Chelsea is adorable, whoever her ancestors were.