Walking down Warren Avenue in Federal Hill, I noticed a woman approaching me with a pair of dogs in tow. My Pavlovian response was to ignore her and greet the dogs. “Hey, babies!," I said, in a tone far more enthusiastic than any I use with humans. "Look at you two cutie pies, all out and about!”
Apparently, I should have done a quick veterinary assessment first. “They aren’t babies,” the prissy owner corrected me huffily. “The bigger one is eight.”
I hope she trips on the stick protruding from her ass.
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