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"That was my husband."

Yea, so this happened last week...

I was at a local dog park and this bulldog's owner kept throwing the ball for him to fetch and as he retrieved it he would come to me and lay the ball at my feet. Every time I would begin to bend down to pick it up the owner would make a rude 'no no' clicking sound with his tongue which told me not to touch it at which point he'd grab it and throw it again.

The dog just kept bringing it back to me. But I wasn't allowed to play. I think this annoyed the dog more than it actually annoyed me. Soon they were gone and I was left to ponder about how it really bothered me that I let this guy bully(dog) me.

The very next day I went back to the dog park and the same bulldog was playing fetch - only this time with a female. And again, the dog kept laying the ball at my feet. This time I was allowed to actually pick up the ball and play.

The woman said, "My dog seems to really like you."

I replied, "Yea, he really liked me yesterday too."

A puzzled look made a mess of her pretty face, "Yesterday?"

I said matter-of-factly, "He was with a male yesterday."

She tensed-up even more, "That was my husband."

I thought about telling her about his shenanigans but opted not to as she continued, "He told me he was at work all day yesterday."

I took a step backward as she thought out loud with a bite in her voice, "I wonder what else he's lying to me about..."

I jerked a corner of my mouth downwards and managed an awkward, "Whoops."

Clearly agitated she promptly leashed her dog and departed with a heavy foot. I felt bad for a couple of minutes but if I'm telling the truth - it actually felt good that I unwittingly exacted revenge on that big meanie.

The Rapture: Judgement Day - May 21, 2011

Hamburguesa

On Saturday I went to a lovely festival downtown called The Blessing of the Animals. A traditional Latin American ceremony held annually on the day before Easter.

At the end of the day there was a parade of the animals that all passed by a priest for a splash of holy water. I was told that the parade is always fronted by a bull.

The parade began and as the bull came toward where I was standing it began to wobble on its frail-looking legs... Then, just as the bull was right in front of me it dropped to the ground and eventually (from what I witnessed) died.

It was the damnedest thing I've ever seen.

The felled bull excited some in the crowd into audible concern while it spurred others to make jokes. A guy behind me yelled something in Spanish - of which I understood only one word: "(something something something something)... Hamburguesa!!!"

Within minutes a truck was summoned to carry the poor bull away.

I looked at the woman standing next to me and she asked in disbelief, "What the hell just happened?"

I shrugged, "Gosh, I dunno." Then I made an oddly enthusiastic 80's New Wave video gesture showcasing my peepers and proclaimed, "It must have been my killer blue eyes."

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Warning: There's a photo of the fallen bull if you click on "continue reading." I took it only because if I didn't nobody will believe me.

Happy Easter with the Blessing of the Animals

Yesterday I went to the Blessing of the Animals on Olvera Street.

It's an annual Latin American Easter festival.

It was a day filled with animals of all sorts & heart-melty kids performances.

Please click HERE to view my photo spread.

A Day at the Los Angeles Zoo, in Photos

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