It was getting a bit too long a wait, she thought to herself. Standing outside a suburban McDonald's outlet with a dog on a leash. And the dog was one she hardly knew.
The dog was salivating, a bit too much, as if there was a silent Pavlovian experiment bell ringing near them. But she was a cute dog, big, nice fur and more importantly, not barking incessantly like the other small noisy brats of a canine.
Staring at the string of drool making its way to the ground from the heaving dog's mouth, she remembered what M texted her.
"What time are we meeting? Dogs??
Keep the dog away please. seeya."
At that instant, she could almost taste the noodles and the bits of mince pork she had for dinner. She had to rinse her mouth.
Meanwhile, the dog has gotten herself an admirer in just minutes. A good-looker, clean-shaven and dressed in a sharp-shirt. He (She thought he was the banker type) was patting the large dog and speaking to it in babyspeak.
"Is that your dog?" he asked.
"No. Just a friend. We're waiting for him out here," she said while spying at his shoes.
"Oh. Is it a she or a he?" he said.
"A she." she answered.
"She must be a collie? She's really pretty.Is she a pure collie? Or maybe a shetland sheepdog" he eagerly asked.
She looked at him and he was sure a handsome man, but she was clueless about the parentage of the bitch.
"er, I'm too sure? Do you have a dog?" she said.
"Yes. I have a beagle. Not very old. Just about five months old,"
"oh. A beagle," she continued, trying hard to mentally picture what a beagle looked like.hmm. Does it look like a Jack Russell?
"He's in heat now. My beagle." he said.
IN HEAT? Did she hear wrongly? His dog was in heat. The dog can't possibly breed with the dog here, they are different breeds and it was a case of BIG dog with SMALL dog. copulation sounded like a difficult task to her.
"Oh. I got to go now. Nice dog you got there. Bye." he said.
"Bye." she answered.
The dog continued panting and drooling all over the tiled floor. Bizzare inter-special experiments crossed her mind.
Both the dog and herself were getting tired. She could smell the pork in her mouth again.
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Wow...
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