You see the damnedest things early in the morning…like the couple who roller skates down Park Avenue singing Ain’t Too Proud To Beg.
On this particular morning on my way home toting my silo of coffee, there’s a battered SUV double-parked on 80th and Lex. Its occupants: a middle-aged man and woman both with ample midriffs, his hitting the steering wheel, with a messy looking black and white shi-tzu perched on the dash (one with its hair done).
At first I thought it was fake, like one of those dogs you win at a carnival that shake and shimmy as you drive, but quickly realized, this pup was just too big.
They seemed to be waiting for a doctor who must come in very early.
I casually moseyed over to say how cute their dog was.
Peppino, who so needed a trim could barely see but knew he was the topic of conversation, gave a little yelp in my direction. The man was feeding him bacon from his sandwich speaking tenderly in Spanish. The woman, who was sipping something from a thermos said, “Cafe…you pay too much at Star-a-bucks.”
“This is true,” I said, “I need to get myself a thermos, like yours.”
“I get with new beach chair…free gift.”
This made the man smile as if fondly recalling the day.
I was touched by their friendliness not to mention candor. They didn’t seem the least bit surprised to have run into me before the sun was even up.
“Do you take Peppino everywhere you go?”
“Si, he my bambino,” she said, kissing the top of his messy head.
“I’m Susannah…very nice meeting you.”
“Madianna,” she said, pointing to herself as though I might be confused, “and he, Pablo.”
I smiled a lot walking the rest of the way home. Couldn’t help myself, they were the sweetest people…and how often do you see a doggie languishing on a dashboard?
It was still too dark to take his picture, but just envision a mop without its handle.