still life with chihuahua

The endless parade continues:

Walking with Heather and the pups down Cole Street, a tall balding man passes us, notices the dogs, and decides, for whatever reason, to attempt to communicate with them in what he thinks is their native language.

"Yip yip yip yip!" he says.

"Man," I say to heather, "what a yappy guy."

{ 4:53pm }