I’m having a love affair. There, I’ve admitted it.
He’s handsome, fit, funny and has four legs. Yes, I know, there’s always something, but regardless, we still meet most mornings in front of the bank.
His ears are a bit long, but I kinda like that since, you do know what they say about a Beagle with big ears don’t ya?
He belongs to a very nice man who liked me ever since I asked if Mr. Beagle was single. I love to hear him chuckle when I crouch down to chat.
“Hi handsome, how are you today…was wonderin’, whatcha’ doin’ later?”
Mr. Beagle, is a bit aloof and doesn’t respond right away, until I rev up the flattery, because like most men, it works every time.
“Have I told you lately how cute you are? I love your new raincoat. Brooks Brothers? Polo? Comme Des Garcons? Fits you like a glove, but that’s what a good tailor’s for. What’s that ya say?…
I look pretty good too? Why Mr. Beagle, you’re makin’ me blush.”
That’s when he shimmies over to sniff my crotch, again, like any healthy male though, he could use a few tips in sexual discretion, something I’ve casually mentioned to his owner.