Wild Oats is No Longer Dead to Me
Ok, Wild Oats, you win.
While the man behind the deli counter was glacially slow-moving, at least he asked me no questions other than, "red pepper or basil pesto?"
I opted for red pepper; it was the right choice.
Have I mentioned how much I'm loving being omnivorous once again?
Today's lunch followed a trip to the dog park, where Arnie and Sammy the Hound Dog played, "I BARK IN YOUR FACE! BARK AT YOU! BARK AT YOU! BARK AT YOU I DO!" and Red chased a ball in an attempt to feign normalcy. His facade cracked when a puppy waddled over to say hello, which so unnerved Red that he ran to a corner of the park and quietly licked his paws while maniacally staring at everyone like a sociopath.
I don't care, though, I love my little social misfit.
In fact, even as I delight in my red pepper-pestoed sandwich, the furry deviant is sitting on my feet to remind me that he's very, very, very hungry.
And Arnold is doing this.