I was out walking Sadie last night, and had a nanoepiphany about being with the dog as being shared time of communion with the pooch. I love my dog a whole lot, and she's probably a little spoiled because of it, but there was a moment of small perfection where it was being in the right place at the right time for both of us. It was all sweet and sappy.
Is the marmot losing his touch? Has he gone all soft and sensitive and lost his creepy-old-man ranking?
Nah. I wore my bathrobe when I was out walking the dog, so now I'm the creepy neighborhood guy who walks his dog in his bathrobe.
To be fair, the bathrobe is really warm (it's polar fleece) and really long, and it's warmer than any of my coats. And it's at night, so it looks a lot like I'm wearing a long coat with a matching scarf. But really, I'm not all tooled up by fashion. If I had a nice long warm winter coat, I'd wear it instead.
I want to shout you from the rooftops.