Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Wednesday, January 13, 2021
The Things We Do For Love
There’s no crowd in the art-supply store, and I find the notebook I’m looking for (Moleskine, red, line-ruled, medium) no problem. I’m searching the aisles for a better pencil sharpener when I spot, and am spotted by, a small horse that turns out to be a Great Dane.
I politely ask his owner if I can say hi, but the dog is already spooning me in such a way that I almost, but not quite, fall down.
“My wife would kill me if I didn’t pet your dog,” I explain as I attempt to stay upright.