It was six-thirty eight when we rounded the corner, I was angry at Lisa for taking her time getting ready and worried Charles had been waiting long for us. All was fine, he smiled when we arrived and didn’t mention our lack of punctuality.
I had given Charles a number of meeting place choices: Philly, New Hope, or Newtown. He decided upon Newtown which was ultimately a wise choice. It’s been awhile since Lisa and I were there and we were shocked at all the new shops that popped up in just a few short months. We took Charles to our favorite Newton retaurant and bar, Isaac Newton’s. Lisa and I both ordered Stella, she got the White Pizza and I got a Chicken Peanut Wrap. Charles ordered a Seven and Seven and the Pot Roast. We talked and talked. Lisa and I have decided we must go to Oklahoma City for a visit.
Bobo had been sick earlier in the day and kept vomiting up a pink substance we both agreed must have been the treats we gave him at Obedience Class the night before. Lisa was worried about him, so after walking around, we stopped at a park bench and as Charles and I talked, Lisa disappeared to pick up Bo.
Lisa arrived back a short time later with Bo on his pink and purple studded leash. People kept coming up to us asking his breed. Charles quickly got used to the fuss and began to answer back, “He’s a Japanese Chin!”
We had a great time, although one question continues to nag at me: Why aren’t there more nice gentlemen out there in this crazy world?
The photographic evidence is at the top of this entry.
I wish I had gotten the cake batter ice cream like Charles rather than the Sweet Cream. I’m definitely going back to the Zebra-Striped Whale. And no matter what ice cream I order, I will always savor the sweet memory of meeting my favorite blogger!
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The usual caveats apply: You look better in person, and I, um, well, don’t. 🙂
*waves to Donna & Charles*
**jealous of Charles**
Following Chaz’ WT’05 with interest. He’s a lucky dude! So just what is Bobo? A King Charles?
He’s a Japanese Chin, and pretty darn cute, which is something I seldom say of toy breeds, a large number of which tend to annoy me for some reason. Maybe it’s simply that he’s getting some actual training from the Alpha Females, in addition to the usual coddling, and therefore comes off as appealing rather than appalling.
And oh, I arrived at the Group W bench at 6:23, so the absolute maximum wait time was fifteen minutes.
What’s curious is that I, the new kid on the block, and Donna and Lisa, the regulars, found parking spaces only three vehicles apart. (I have no idea if they noticed my tell-tale Oklahoma plate.)