How Much is That Puppy on the Blanket?

I ran to the park this evening and oh it was beautiful. There were people setting up their blankets and picnic baskets and there were children flying kites and the potent scent of bug spray permeated the air. I love the summer.

I know, it’s not technically summer yet, but I’m pretty sure it got up into the 90’s today, so if it walks like summer, talks like summer, and smells like summer, it is summer. Or is that a duck?

I went to the park to watch the first film in Forsyth—From Russia with Love. Don’t ask me what the movie was about though because there was a puppy less than 10 feet from me. A yellow lab puppy. A roly-poly yellow lab puppy.

Who watches James Bond with such distractions as that?

I watched that puppy. I watched Puppy jumping around. Puppy chewing on a Frisbee. Puppy digging a hole. Puppy rolling on her back. Puppy resting her head on her paws. Puppy sniffing the air. Puppy almost walking over to me. Puppy covering her snout with her paws.

It was almost too much to bear.

Thea told me to steal Puppy and bring her home with me. I told her that I’d try to pay attention to the movie in hopes that I might pick up some super-stealth spy tricks from Agent 007 himself.

No such luck. When Bond wasn’t making out, he was fighting or just standing around observing. None of these tactics were going to get me a puppy.

You know, that is unless I was to make out with Puppy’s owner while a friend nabbed the pooch for me. And then I would know how to fight off the owner so my friend could make a quick getaway. And once I had successfully beaten off the owner, I could use those observational skills to observe my friend carry Puppy to our predetermined rendezvous point.

But all of that is purely hypothetical.

I had to take matters into my own hands. I casually inched toward Puppy and when the owner turned away, I unhooked the leash. It was a risky move, I know, but Puppy and I made it out okay. It was a good thing I had on my running shoes or else the owner may have actually caught me.

Did you believe a word of that?

It was all true up until the part where I mentioned stealing the puppy.

I did not steal the puppy.

I know, I regret it too.

Arielle