Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
The Set Up
"Go ahead, pet her," she says to her boyfriend after successfully petting the doge (which most people can't, 'cause the doge is kind of a jerk to strangers). "Are you the chosen one?" she adds mischievously.
So he reaches down, like you would to any normal dog, and she jumps like she's been shocked, causing him to snatch his hand back.
"Eh, I think you were set up," I say consolingly, rubbing the doge's head.