case in point: i was walking from the subway today (and, consquently, i think that i need to be officially DONE carrying my bag up the subway steps...i believe the babe has already descended into the birth canal as a result of today's efforts.) coming towards me was a dad, a bored looking baby covered in one of those plastic rain stroller covers, and...the CUTEST little shi tzu! this little doogie howser md was seriously prancing through the puddles, hopping back and forth, side to side, and wearing the most adorable striped sweater to protect him from the cold. i smiled and said, "how cute!"....and i'm certain the dad thought i was talking about, you know, the actual baby.
but i wasn't. and for that, i do not feel badly. i speak the truth.

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