The gal down the hall insists on walking her mutt at the same time I walk my precious Sparkles. This, despite knowing full-well that her vermin despises my sweet angel pup—a contempt that once erupted into a fierce skirmish in the elevator.
The elevator door was already sliding shut when she and her demonseed barged in.
In seconds, our pets locked onto each others throats between us while we trembled in opposite corners. Then it’s ding! The doors part, and out they go in a huff, as if to suggest that my sweet Sparkles was the instigator. AS IF!!!