From
the "Only in Portland" section of life... my housemate was stuck in NW
at Good Sam, after accompanying his girlfriend to the hospital, for an
all nighter with her grandfather.
He was waiting at a bus stop, to go
home, and happened to have our ancient poodle in a tote-bag (because the
poodle can't be left unattended, due to anxiety issues, and he can't walk due to a bum leg, and he was
unable to reach me).
A woman strikes up a
conversation and asked if Ripley was a toy poodle. She then started
ranting about how Ripley was neglected and needed a haircut (he is 15,
extremely spoiled and very fragile cannot handle a professional haircut
anymore!) and demanded that housemate give the dog to her!
He refused and they got into a kerfuffle, until the bus came and she got
on and rode off!
Holy cats!
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| Rolf and I reenacting the crime! |
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