(I’m still stuck at home. Can you believe I got a two-week vacation out of a hurricane that didn’t affect me at all? I do feel guilt about this, if that makes you feel better about me. But anyway.)
Earlier this week, Kamran and I were waiting for the elevator in his building when I turned and saw a tan French bulldog standing all adorably bow-legged behind me with his owners. I started snorting and drooling all over him, asking his name (Hercules) and telling his owners that Kamran’s allergic to pets and exclaiming over getting to pet my favourite dog breed for the first time in my life and marveling over how soft and sweet he was. The people seemed totally taken aback, and poor Kamran just stood silently in the corner of the elevator while I made a fool of myself for many floors.
I felt totally embarrassed afterward (although, seriously, French bulldog), but when we got back into his apartment, I realized that I was wearing the OSU vet school t-shirt my cousin Bethany gave me. So I’m sure I just appeared to be a passionate vet and not a crazy old dog lady.
Right?
