He was sitting in the lobby and Maya ran up to him and jumped up to the arm of his chair. He coiled back, glared at me with a lazy eye and dealt his low blow. Usually I have more control of the pooch, but I was struggling with her, a handle-less grocery bag, my purse, and a locked door.
Stupid?
Stupid.
Really?
At least he gave me a laugh.

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