Days go by and still I think about you
Swirl was hopping last night and I got a bottle of grenache and sat in the window with my foot up. A – a doctor – said I need to elevate my foot above my heart to heal and to get it to quit throbbing. There was a bevy of women standing around a dog outside – a white dog with big red spots and a happy face. One of the women had found the dog running down Esplanada Avenue – it had a collar but no tags. They had placed an ad in the Times Picayune, in the Gambit and at the SPCA – but no one had claimed the dog. She was such a happy dog and I wanted to take her home but Arlene has entered her geriatric years and really could not handle the likes of a one year old puppy twice her size right now. So I just turned away and wouldn’t look at the dog’s sweet, soft eyes.