STRANGERS ON AN ELEVATOR
Woof, kids!
UPDATE: New sofa...in the condo and it's about time. I was a tad miffed when the doorbell rang today and I was shuffled off to my "apartment" during all the delivery madness. Now, I admit that it is pretty nice, but I still sorta miss the other one. As I try to adjust, I will tell you that I do look GOOD perched on it, if you don't mind my saying so.
Okay, how many times must I say that I'm a girl? Really, this is getting OLD. This one guy in the building ALWAYS refers to me as a he. I'm okay with it a few times, even a few months of it...but, he's been at it for almost one-year and I think it's time for him to remember that I AM A GIRL. Heck, guess I will just have to start wearing some kind of lame bow every time I venture out to do my biz...I hate bows. Ick.
Funny, there's this cute mutt I see 'round here, off and on, and she's not been...well, how shall I say this...friendly. Not really the nose in the air kind of hound, just kind of overly-frisky, overly-bouncy and rowdy. You know? Lately, she's calming it on down, warming up and being, almost, fun-lovin'. Stay tuned, this building is always a-buzz with pups of one sort or the other. The stories I could tell you. Oh, I sort of do. No, I promise, there is MUCH more that goes on. Oh, yeah.
Hey Diva -- speaking of Hitchcock with that new sofa you could do your own version of "Rear Window." Or considering some of the deliverymen that come around, "Psycho." Or the view from the patio -- "Vertigo." Or trotting over to the park ... "39 Steps." Or ... OK, enough Hitchcock already!!
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