I'm a writer. Hopefully. So it stands to reason that I hear things differently in my head. (Wait- everyone hears voices, don't they? Just checking.) I tend to think a lot metaphorically. Hence, I see a lot of what goes on around me in comparison to my passions. I may have mentioned at some point earlier in my posts that I have 2 small dogs. Nina, a 15 year old jack russell. Attitude galore. Half my alter ego and half that of my best friend. Then there is Carrie Bradshaw: a five year old "fluffy"... mutt. Pretty much the other half of my alter ego and that of my other best friend. That all being explained, as I wait for today's game to start, I recall what happened a few games ago. Here is how it works:
Setting: Here.
Characters: Kim: The girl.
Nina: Jack Russell. Demands Capitalization. Always.
Carrie Bradshaw: Bichon/poodle... froodle? Fluffy.
Carrie Bradshaw: (tail wagging fiercely) Did the Dodgers win??
Nina: (mouth full) Of course!
Carrie Bradshaw: (stops short) Hey! Where did you get that??
Nina: (swallows quickly) Her. The girl.
Carrie Bradshaw: What the~?!
Nina: When the Dodgers win, there are always treats. Are you NEW??
Kim: Here. (hands Carrie Bradshaw a piece of tripe)
Carrie Bradshaw: (whispers in awe) This stuff is delicious...!
Nina: (critical) Don't talk with your mouth full.
Carrie Bradshaw: GO Blue!
*Fade as the three carry on...
So as it stands, Dodgers are in first. They did it. Game time 1:05 pm PDT. The fans are paying close attention, rooting the Boys in Blue right along. Even the "fluffy" ones. Because when the Dodgers win, there are always treats.
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