Blessed by the Potato

I was just stepping out of my house when a woman across the street yelled out “Ritchie! No, come back here!” and the squeal of tires as a car came suddenly to a stop. I couldn’t see who or what she was chasing, so my heart jumped into my chest hoping it wasn’t a small child that ran out.

Then she bent over and picked up a small dog, and walked back to the sidewalk scolding Ritchie. When she set him down I saw that he was in one of those little two-wheeled doggie carts for dogs that have broken their back legs and said to myself “OMG Ritchie, you dumb god-damned dog! You’ve done that before, and it went poorly! Why don’t you learn?!”