Oh, the places you'll go...

...and the strange people you'll meet. I'm not as good at rhymes as Dr. Seuss, as you can easily see, but this pretty much sums it up. Today I was walking the dog in a little grassy area. Some guy carrying two gym bags suddenly stopped on the sidewalk and started making kissing noises toward the dog. He wandered back and forth doing this for a minute or two. This obviously distracted the dog and kept her from performing her...duty (not to mention creeped me the heck out) so I left. I guess from his smoked out point of view the dog was a gorgeous redhead...or maybe not. Either way, it was pretty strange. The puzzling thing is when I walked past him as I headed back, he didn't even seem to notice the dog. I guess he got over his crush.

Speaking about the dog, the idea of picking up the dog's waste seems a bit backwards to me. I mean, if there were aliens watching us from some invisible spaceship, what would they think if they saw a human picking up a dog's waste and treating it as if it were a delicate valuable?