A white lab is tied up in front of a Starbucks soaked.
I stop to give it a little pet shielding him beneath my umbrella.
Another girl stops, looks at me and says,”He’s still here? I went by 15 minutes ago and he was there.”
Suddenly, the door swings open and an older, blonde WASPY woman in mauve sweats and a black Prada rain jacket pops out with her coffee.
“How sweet is that,” she coos, “holding your umbrella over Rex that way.”
Before I could smack her, the other girl says, “It’s pouring. Look at him lady, he’s drenched.”
“Oh don’t you know, labradors love getting wet…it’s what they live for.”
Here it comes.
“Hey, Mark Spitz loves to swim, but that doesn’t mean he’s in the water all the time.”
I never saw a smile disappear so fast.
I stand beside my new hero as we watch Rex finally go home, hoping there’s a great big bath towel in his future.