It was a picture perfect day here in the Nation's capital,
and I had a holiday for Yom Kippur.
With the Pope in town, I chose to lay low. The big event of the day? A walk in the park with Romeo.
We got there around noon and the place was empty. As we approached the first bring a trio
of young men (18-20ish) came across the bridge. They were Latino and dressed in sportswear. All were fit and the stockiest one wore
a "wife beater" and had a large furry rust-colored Chowchow. As they neared he sort of let his dog
get closer to Romeo, and I responded in kind because Romeo was wagging his
tail. They went nuzzle to
nuzzle and did their friendly sniffing.
I said, "As long as their tales keep waging,
right?" He acknowledged the
comment and let it stand.
Then the guy said, "C'mon. Let's go," and he gave a little tug to his dogs leash.
And then Romeo just erupted in 6 aggressive barks in 2
seconds. The young man's dog was
stunned and he pulled him back quickly even as I called out "Romeo!"
and pulled him back.
The young man made immediate eye contact with me, and the
look in his eyes sort of said, "What The Fuck! You want a piece of this, Papi?!"
One of his buddies said to him, "It's your fault,
man. You said 'c'mon'". (Blessed are the peacemakers, eh?)
I said, "Sorry."
Then I looked at Romeo and he was like smelling clover as if
nothing had just happened or even better the thing that just happened had
nothing to do with him! What a
moock!
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