A funny thing happened while I was walking my neighbor's dog this morning. To clarify, I am house sitting for a close family friend and their massive golden retriever, whom I will refer to as D-Money- it should become clear in a bit why. D-money and I were on a rather brisk walk through a shady neighborhood not far from our own this morning when another dog started barking like the two of we walkers were on the attack. D barely glanced at her aggressor and with a slight raise of the head, indicated that she could care less about this barker who would, eventually, be limited by the invisible fence that seem to be ubiquitous in the lawns of my Seaside Community. I have always thought that dogs must have a non-verbal means of communicating, and that the dog that is on a walk is always 'cooler' than dogs that are house/yard bound. Apparently, I felt compelled to express this view to D-money when I said, "Yeah, D. You show that playa hata what's up."
Now, it should be noted that those words have never come out of my mouth for any context. And the fact that they came out at a moment to express my long found theory of mine with regard to canine communication indicates that they were genuine. Thus, I must conclude that either a. D-money is an 'urban golden retriever' at heart and I was channeling her vibe (hence the name) or b. I am a complete loser who spent too much time in an inner-city classrooms with MTV cribs emulating 8th graders.
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