Not so secret

So - everyone who knows me, knows I am not that fond of dogs. "Not so fond" in that MrT faces a very difficult battle ahead to convince us to Ever own a dog as a pet. Not that never owning a pet dog is a foregone conclusion but I have pre-conditions to the types of dogs I will tolerate and these pre-conditions are strict. I am known to go to visit friends and spend most of the visit avoiding the hosts pets.

Anyway - back onto the topic...  wanna hear a secret? I was very tired and grumpy on the way to Brownies yesterday and battling with bad traffic. On way, short cutting across Parkhurst, I saw a guy walking a pug. The pug was trotting along with its head bouncing around and it was So Adorably Cute that I practically fell out of the window of my moving car waving and smiling at the dog and dog walker person. It kinda sorta maybe may have brightened the entire rest of the day.

ugh... I am so embarrassed with my lost convictions.