Duncan and drove down the hill. I had forgotten what a mad house Market Street would be with kids making their way home and people out for lunch. We had to park MILES away.
After one kid got us a parking pass and the other one got the dog hitched up we proceeded to drag Duncan over to get lunch. He is still quite horrible on a leash and we are trying to take every opportunity to get him socialized and able to walk nicely.
Duncan was already wound up. I had accidentally spilled bird seed on the sidewalk so the squirrels and chipmunks had been out in force. He had been watching them all morning and at one point even ran at the glass window to get a wayward squirrel. Thankfully he only hit his head a little...
Lexi waited with Duncan in the park just outside Old World and Luke and I ventured in. It was plainly obvious nothing would be happening fast. We eventually put our order in and Luke walked over to the other counter to get a strawberry shake.
Lexi texted us. HOW MUCH LONGER? Evidently Duncan had pulled a Marmaduke and knocked over a few metal chairs. I can only imagine.
I started to mildly panic. Duncan is a big dog and Lexi is very capable...however I could see him pulling her off her feet and taking off on a dead run down Market.
I walked over to the counter and asked nicely if I could pay. My theory was then I could leave Luke waiting and join Lexi outside. Nope, you pay when your food is ready.
Just then an entire battalion of upper management suit type people stormed the counter. They had their smart phones and fancy dress shoes. I started to feel pretty shabby. The women were those tall skinny smart looking ones with perfect suits, nails, and hair.
I had gotten ONE OF THOSE WORK EMAILS in the wee hours of the morning so opted to wear ripped shorts and a very comfortable t-shirt to assist with any possible mental aggravation. Besides, working at home, duh! I also had copper spray paint on one knee from an early morning trip to the spray paint stump.
Thankfully they called my name so I could pay and leave before I felt too terrible.
We dragged Duncan back to the car and drove back up our hill to lunch.
Mid bite I texted THE MAN.
Hey baby. I am sorry I am not skinny, taller, super smart and beautiful.
Immediately he texted me back.
You are a smart, beautiful and sexy woman and I like you just the way you are.
Even with copper spray paint on my knee?
Yup he answered.
Yes, he's a keeper.
Thankfully I am also a bit like Duncan. My email dinged and I forgot all about my shorts, knee and got back to work! Squirrel!