I’m en route to get my hair done after waking up resembling a rat with an explosion of gray hair. All I need is a tail and a nice hunk’a cheese.
As I tool down Amsterdam Avenue, a shamatta on my head, I see a Pitbull with one bigger than mine loping towards me alongside an imposing fella with his Yankee cap turned backwards.
Now remember, I’m the one who pops into the lion’s cage and says, here kitty, kitty, so the size of this doggie or his owner for that matter, hardly stands in my way of stopping to chat.
“Awe, look at him, ” I say, as though he were a poodle. “Is he a morning person? Ya know, is he friendly?”
“Oh yeah, he looves people.”
“What’s his name?”
Now between my hearing loss and the jackhammering on the corner, I ask him three times.
“Ulvis,” he keeps saying.
After my third who, he starts wiggling his hips.
“You know, Ulvis.”
“Elvis? You mean there’s a whole lotta shaking goin on Elvis?”
He laughs while 4-legged Elvis ambles over to say hi, his chest the size of a beer keg.
He’d come, run away, then come back again.
“He shy,” his dad says.
The love between them makes Timmy and Lassie look like amateurs. After a good ten minute visit, I leave with such a smile becoming contagious every time I think of those wiggling hips
People smile back, having no idea I’m beaming because…
I had just met the King.
Thank ya, thank ya vera much…:) 
SB
My first thought “I like big butts and I can not lie” sung in my best Elvis impression.
I do enjoy seeing a beaming smile with no explanation in the morning, so smile on!
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He was the size of Memphis, thank ya vera much, and so sweet even though he looked as if he was wanted in 10 states. That face. He even had a scar over his eye so Ulvis clearly had been around the block a coupl’a times.
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Why am I picturing Mike Tyson with a tail? Haha
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That could go on Ulvis’s resume when he heads to the coast. 🙂
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No matter the size or age, all dogs are just big babies. It drives my oldest son nuts when I keep calling our ancient dog Sam, Baby.
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But he’s still your baby, just with a tail…:)
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I’m sure you made his day!
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The dog’s?
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Well, I was thinking the dog but probably the owner too. People who love their pets love it when someone else showers affection.
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I know so many women who have met men through their dogs, those little matchmakers.
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You can’t judge a dog by its size or breed. Some pit bulls are angels and some chihuahuas think they’re timber wolves.
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That’s true. I knew a Cocker Spaniel that could bite your head off, and all the pits of my acquaintance have been so well mannered and sweet. Can’t judge a book by it’s cover or breed…yous right…. cause yous a writa no matta what…:)
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Great way to start the day…for all of you.
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You’re an animal lover. Elvis would have no doubt charmed you too.
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