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.
OOPS! 
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.
Humor, along with kindness and a schmear of tolerance, could truly, change the world. 🙂 
SB
Susannah, I love that the pooch thought you were offering a tasty treat. And I love your reaction even more. We may not have control over a lot of things, but exercising our ability to see the humor in life chases away negativity.
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Oh! Your poor rose! You were so gracious to both dog and owner.
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Ever hear the expression, when you get lemons, make lemonade? Well…:)
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Oh! Well then… What can you do but laugh, right? Judging by the owner’s reaction, this is not a thing his dog usually does… or maybe, it was his first chance to snatch and now he will forewarn any lovely ladies leaning down to hold their blooms away…
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I do think, it was a one shot deal. It was pretty funny, even though I took a hit. Hey, we got an essay out of it, so it wasn’t a total loss…right?
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There ya go making lemonade 😉
Were I the owner, I might have offered to get you another, though…
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I didn’t stick around. He did look rather mortified. Beside, it was very quick….the time length of 3 traffic lights. 🙂
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I get it. Maybe best you didn’t make a big deal of it.
Oh, and I buy myself flowers all the time to. For the same reason…
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When someone asks, if I suddenly had a lot more money, what would I spend it on, flowers are the first thing that come to mind.
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Oh yes. I’d have a perpetual bouquet of something
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Don’t we deserve them?
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Absolutely!
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I knew you’d agree. What’s that Zeke? Your mama rocks? Yes, this is true. 🙂
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Aww shucks! Must be why he’s the subject of my last poem. Coz he rocks, too!
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Animals are worth writing about. Nice you’re a poet too. I’ve never been very good at couplets and rhyme.
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That they are. And oh, hell no. I am no poet. I keep trying and now that I know they don’t have to rhyme, pretty much anything can be called a poem 😉
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Not really. It’s an art. It is. Don’t underestimate your poetic leanings.
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Ah well… I just put it out there. No official form but usually, from the heart.
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Dog Bites Rose. Looks like a 6 o’clock news lead in to me. I love buying flowers too.
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That made me laugh, and not far from the New York Post…truth. You’re so funny John.
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Haha, wish I could see something like that! How cute. I love pink roses, my fav. What’s your fav bloom then?
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I’m a peony and hydrangea fan, lilac comin’ round the stretch. We had a lilac arbor in our backyard so, their scent is one of the first I remember as a kid. Also, how short lived they were, despite my mother’s constant care.
When my best friend was dying of lung cancer in 2008, I knew it would be her last birthday, so I went to the florist and ordered a massive bunch in a huge brown wicker basket, said…money’s no object…the man, who knew us both, packed that basket to the brim for 75 bucks…a steal. My friend Jackie, God Bless her, was over the moon. When I write about Camille, I’m really writing about her. SHHHH That’s between us Clever Girl. 🙂
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Very touching Susannah, and I won’t tell a soul ❤️
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Now I know why you’re called Clever Girl. 🙂
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Well, SB . . it’s obvious the dog was a big Shakespeare fan. 🙂
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I’m laughing. What a great comment. You’re too much…it’s as if the bard barked. 🙂
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Woof!
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Oh my…now I see you on all fours. Please get up.
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And you wonder why I call you cheeky . . .
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Cheek to cheek we are.
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Follow my lead.
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You’re always leading.
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You got me pegged.
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May I call you, peg leg?
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It’s ladies choice. 🙂
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How bout a gavotte…a medium-paced French dance, popular in the 18th century. 🙂
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Perfect.
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Did you ever Elizabeth, the film? Cate Blanchette and Joseph Fiennes, who plays her lover, dances one. I just got chills thinking about it.
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Ooooh, sounds hawt. Notice the spelling on that. I kept it from going the way of the bacon cheeseburger “hot” term that is used by everyone.
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It’s called East Hampton lock-jaw.
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Nicely done!
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A young Golden Retriever can get away with just about anything, including eating a stranger’s rose, with one bat of those big eyes.
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This is true. Mt pal Ed was incensed the owner didn’t offer to replace my rose. EH. For me, it was worth the essay.
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Made me giggle ❤️
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We try for that. 🙂
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