"I THOUGHT HE WAS POOR AND HOMELESS"

OK, a story not at the beach! This time Lyle and I were walking down State Street in downtown Santa Barbara. Not really shopping; just kind of looking around and people watching and being people-watched. We were between leashes at the time, so Lyle was wandering in my vicinity, straying to lift his leg on the occasional bush and sniff at this and that.

A young guy with a dog turned onto State and started walking in the same direction just ahead of us. Lyle thought they were marginally more interesting than I was so he slowly gained on them and started walking with them. I wasn't bothered by this since I was right behind them and could call Lyle back if I got too jealous.

This was until the guy and his dog started crossing the street at a red light. Lyle has enough bad habits without breaking traffic laws. So I called,

"Lyle, come here!"

He turned around and I could tell he was disappointed that I was pulling him away from his newfound friends, but he knows that I have his best interests at heart, so he started trotting towards me. The guy stopped, too, and turned around and said,

"Oh, that's your dog? I figured he was poor and homeless."

Poor and homeless? Lyle? Yeah, right! Maybe I'm just sheltered or something, but I've never seen a poor homeless fat Chihuahua before.



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