Tonight I was walking home from a jog and ran into the lady who sold me all the plants I put out front.
“Sadie and Tom, meet Heidi,” she cooed to her miniature poodle and shitsu. Sadie – a ball of fluff with large bright eyes and skinny legs - looked in the other direction. “He’s confused,” she explained. “I usually only introduce him to other dogs. Over here, sweetie. I’m talking about her,” she pointed at me, then scooped up Sadie, who perched, legs hooked in front, looking blankly past me. “It’s all that damn dexedrin he’s on,” she sighed. “he’s so much more lively when he’s not drugged up. But I just can’t let him be all imbalanced. He freaks out.” She poked him in the head and laughed when he jumped. ‘Ha ha, see that? He has a slower reaction time. Haha.’