it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
matociquala

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on the cover of the rolling stone

I took my shaggy rock star for a walk today, as most days. It takes us about an hour to walk two miles, because everybody in the neighborhood knows and loves Ace, and people constantly pull their cars over or come running out to the sidewalk to ask "What kind of dog is that?"

(Not to mention the two who have asked me in all seriousness "Is that a bear?")

Typical conversation, type one:

"Hi, Ace! How are you today?"
*pant pant pant*
"Are you having a good walk? Who's a good boy?"
*pant pant pant*

Typical conversation, type two:

"What a (beautiful/regal/silly/amazing looking/ridiculous) dog! What kind is he?"
"He's a Briard."
"A what?"
"Bee arr eye ay arr dee. They're a kind of French sheepdog. He's almost five years old. His name is Ace."
"Hi, Ace! How are you today?"
*pant pant pant*
"Are you having a good walk? Who's a good boy?"
*pant pant pant*

*g*

I am just the chick who holds his leash.
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