quiggly and the dire questions of interference
There is a girl in the building with a White French Bulldog puppy.
He’s a really cute puppy. His name is Quiggly.
Tonight it’s really late and I go out on the balcony for a smoke and I see a woman in the corner talking to a man.
I get a little worried about that.
Okay a lot worried about that.
Not because a man is talking to a woman. Because of the hour and the place and because she is in a corner. So —
I put on more clothes and trudge out there just to make sure that girl is okay.
She is. It is the girl who owns Quiggly. And the man she is talking to is a friend.
And I get a Quiggly kiss. Which rocks.
When I walked out there, I was not thinking that would be the outcome. I was thinking I might be walking into physical harm’s way.
Nothing was wrong. Which is the best possible outcome.
Also I have no idea how to attach tags now in the new WordPress set up. Ahhh!