The lady at the dog boarding place that we took Molly to while we were away in San Francisco said that Molly "is not as dog friendly as we think." Apparantly she "needs to learn how to say no." So, I decided to take her to the dog park every day (which was easy as we were conveniently now living across from it in the Best Western). In doing so, I have been blessed with quite the sights and sounds. Dogs barking and running, owners chatting, but most curiously.... Homeless bathing. Yup... Homeless. Bathing. In the dog park. Good times.
I decided to go one day, even though I was the only one there... Molly still needed to get out of the hotel room for a while. As I was standing there, talking on the phone, this gentleman decided (on a cold rainy day, mind you) to peruse up to the water spicket (normally used for the dogs' water dishes) and fill the 5 gallon bucket (aka the dogs' water dishes) with frigid water and bathe himself. He must have been off his medication that day because he was singing his actions to himself. For you that don't know what I'm talking about... he was singing, "just a-washin' my haaaaiiiirrr..... Gonna get it all lathered up..... Next comes shaving...." He is now talking (singing, rather) to Molly, then starts talking to me. He says, "You're not calling the cops, are you?" 'Why, no sir. I am not. Unless you think there is a reason I should.' To which he replies, "Well I ain't doin nothin." 'Ok sir.... Just don't get naked and we're all good.'
Gol dang. The things that you run across at your local dog visitation facility.
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