paisleypiper's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- poodley greetings and pants suits Quinn and I have been exporting to Cuirass Hills for our evening exercise walks, because the sidewalks in our area are so treacherous. We have been doing this for a quite a while and the good residents are almost thinking that we live there. Except maybe they wonder about my green t-shirt with a blonde go-go dancer straddling a chair and a guy standing behind her holding a martini glass and a cigar. We have a 3.6 mile route that we walk nearly every day. Even a time or two in the rain. We listen to music and take the pip-squeak. And every day we encounter Jezebel the full-sized taupe poodle. She waits at her fence and barks at the pip-squeak, who tries to play it off, like he is a stud, but really he gets a bit cocky from the whole event, no matter how many times we go through it. The thing with Jezebel is that she is shaved in such a way that it looks as though she wears a velour pants suit. And I suspect that she gets her fur dyed, also, because it is the most unreal shade of taupe. The color of her fur is not unlike a couch in a hotel lobby of a national business-class chain in the early 90�s. Jezebel moves a bit like a sprite woman in her eighties, wearing a taupe velour pants suit, and trying to reach the top level of the sales rack. You know, where exactly the item she wants is hiding out. She keeps trying to get up there, in hopes of having one more bargain under her belt. 11:21 p.m. - 2002-08-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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