I’m on my way home after buying myself a long-stemmed pink rose.
If I wait for someone to grace me with my favorite bloom, let’s just say, I won’t be blooming anytime soon.
As I cross the esplanade on Park, an older man is coming the other way with a young Golden Retriever.
As they’re about to pass, the dog pops over to greet me, the warm way dogs do, but when I lean in to give him a quick pet, before one if us could stop him, takes a nice big bite out of my rose.
The look on his owner’s face could only match my own, as we miss another traffic light, standing stunned, staring at one another.
I finally say, “It’s okay sir, “he didn’t mean it. I guess retrieving wise, he may need a little more practice.”
As me and my stem head home, we can’t help but to smile.