Sunday, November 6, 2011

Dear man sitting next to me at Dunn Bros,

You look a lot like Steve Jobs, that was the first thing I noticed.  Then, a whole twenty minutes later, I noticed that your briefcase next to me was in fact not a briefcase at all but a dog carrier.  Sir, your dog is tiny.  And adorable.  And because we are in a public space I tried to not squeal, but for real, that thing is adorable.  You are working hard so I texted my friends instead of pointing and squealing, there's a dog right here!

And then you go to the bathroom and ask me to watch your dog, pretty sure that means you saw me sneaking fervent, longing glances at your super cute pet.  Well sir, you gave me permission.  I didn't open the carrier, I promise.  After you came back we started to talk about Jilly.  Jilly! What an adorable name for a two-pound dog with tiny eyes and teeth.  I wish I had taken a picture.  You say you bring her around in the case to socialize her - I will socialize with her!

I was kind of pleased to find out that she's wearing that leopard print harness because it's the only thing small enough for her and not because you're making a fashion statement.  I'm such a girl, I want your tiny dog.  Please come back to Dunn Bros.  I don't know if you're allowed to bring a dog in, but I don't care. 


love,
hannah

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