This was one of those times that I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings before I opened my mouth. Sadly, it happens often.
I was walking home from a friend's house tonight, saw that our neighbors' boxer was out front. He's beautiful. I heart him. But I don't know his owners.
So as he stands there regally, I call out, "Hey pretty boy...(kissy noises, kissy noises, kissy noises)." And too late I realized that his owner wasn't far from him, weeding. Of course he looked up and I gave my best, "What? Think I was talking to you?" look. Hope it worked. Probably won't be getting cookies from his wife any time soon. And Michael just gave the usual shake of his head when I told him the story.
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You're a hoot!!
ReplyDeleteThat's the way to make friends with your neighbors Andrea. I never thought of that!
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