I’m about to cross Lexington Avenue towards home alongside a little girl holding the leash of a sheepdog the size of a Chevy who easily makes three of her.
Her nanny walks behind talking to another nanny in some kind of islandese. You know me, my interest in what’s put in front of me is like a tic, so I say to this wee thing, “Nice weather we’re having. Great day for a walk.” And it was…cold, but sunny.
She says like the head of a finishing school,”Oh yes, a perfect day to go to the park.”
The dog who bears a striking resemblance to my ex, never takes its eyes away from her making me think, it should be the nanny not Encilada bringing up the rear.
As the light changes the little girl says, “My name is Merle, and this is my dog, Ham, short for Hamlet, it’s very nice to meet you.”
She’s 4, going on 35…and Ham?
He’s an absolute prince. 🙂