I take a beer out in a Contadina at night. Not a big deal -- for the most part. Maybe I'm drinking coffee, maybe it's straight ethanol! Unless I get stopped, it doesn't matter.
Well tonight, my neighborhood is the hangout for PD. And the dog wouldn't poo. So I'm doing the first route, Beer in hand, hoping I don't get stopped. Dog doesn't piss, dog doesn't poo. Mom was with me, telling me every reason I'm an idiot for walking around with a beer in hand. So I send her in... with the beer.
We start lap 2, and the dog is not having it. He's trying to back out of the collar, he does not want to be out, it's cold. We make a quarter of the lap, and he manages to slip... into the huddle of cop trucks. I reluctantly chase and recollar. One truck out of six hits the light bar, and I figure I'll have a short chat. Nope. Kept the window up, waved me on.
So I start the dog off, and he's still trying to get out of the collar, and won't poo. We pass the bus stop, and an old lady asks to pet him. Under a red and blue strobe. So I stop, and hope the mean little politician won't bite. She calls him a cute puppy, I let her know he's 11, then continue the walk. Finally he lifts his leg on a road sign and pisses. Cop hits the siren for a one count. My heart damn near came out my chest, but he still didn't feel like a chat, and just rolled slowly behind me. I turn down the alley towards home, and he turns the other way.
I hope he was amused, as the dog didn't poo.
Which means I'll probably find a surprise in the bathroom.
