Last night around 11:00, as I was dragging the recycling bin to the curb (because I didn't want to have to do it at 7:00 this morning), I saw a neighbour and his dog coming down the street. I can't remember his name right now so I'll call him Joe. I met Joe (a retired police officer) and his dog Maggie last summer when they were playing in the park behind our house. Shandi and Maggie would have a blast playing together and chasing tennis balls, frisbees, sticks or whatever. We had quite a few "play dates" until Shandi quit coming back to me when I called. After six or seven times of having to chase her around the neighbourhood, I put an end to letting her out of the yard. So, it's been a while since I've talked with Joe.
So when I saw him coming up the street last night, I decided to hang out for a minute or two and catch up with him. We chatted for a few minutes when Joe realized that I was shivering uncontrollably, at which point he said, "Well, we're going to keep going...you look like you're cold" to which I replied, "Yeah, it is pretty nipply out here" and then because I felt so embarrassed at having said "nipply" in front of a 55 year old former police officer, my voice all of a sudden got high pitched and sort of loud and squeaky and for some stupid reason, I kept on talking "NIPPY! NIPPY! NOT NIPPLY! HA HA HA...". He just sort of cocked his head to one side (like when a dog hears a dog whistle) and he kept walking. I was so mortified...and I'll see him in a week when we sign our dogs up for agility classes. Here's hoping I don't spew out anymore boob euphenisms...otherwise, the class may be a total bust.
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