ext_311622 ([identity profile] anthony-crowley.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] outside_omens 2006-12-11 10:46 pm (UTC)

"Just takes practice," grinned Crowley. "I mean, if Gabriel could figure it out, I'm sure you could too..."

It was rather unfortunate at that point that the little dog's leash suddenly snapped for no apparent reason and the thing darted off. The lady yelled, "Mopsy, come back!" but the dog was off like a shot and she couldn't follow in those shoes. Crowley chuckled. You had to love New York. No one moved to help.

The animal first headed straight for a mud puddle and rolled lovingly around in it to the woman's great distress, before jumping into a garbage can and eating the remains of a hot dog and whatever else it could find.

Finally, the woman made it to the trash can and with an intensely disgusted expression, reached in to pull out her dog by the collar. The creature was filthy and smelly and had lost the bow long ago, but it couldn't have looked happier. "Oh, Mopsy..."

"Shame, really," observed Crowley innocently.

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