So, as I waited for Big Johnny and William to finish up in the world’s most dangerous playground… (see earlier posts in this series)… I met a cool dog. Her name is Baby. And like most things in my life, there were some weird aspects to it.
But before we get to that, I do have a couple other photos to get out of the way… One of Big Johnny and I…
And one of Willie, taking a break from this place…
The most dangerous playground in the world… okay, now, back to that dog.
So, I wandered outside the playground of doom… remember, I was both sleep-deprived and a little hung over from the memorial service after-party the night before… and I saw this African-American lady with cool dreadlocks and an awesome dog. She was tying the dog to a post. I asked if I could pet the dog. I did.
So, the lady… whom I suspected was a homeless person, pointed more or less towards the public restrooms, and said she ‘needed to go over there’. I said I would watch the dog. So she leaves… and never comes back… I mean, I sat there with the dog for about 40 minutes. I finally spotted the lady, who seemed to have gotten herself invited to a Mexican birthday party for some small kid. She was eating a cupcake beside a pinata.
Big Johnny and Willie were finally ready to call it a day.
I waved at the lady to tell her I was leaving. I don’t begrudge the time I spent with Baby, It was awesome. But it would have been nice if she had come back to tell me what she was up to.