Nearly every morning Floyd the greyhound and I go for coffeewalk. This is an occasion for much rejoicing. Going! For! A! Walk! Is! The! Best!!!!
When you meet Floyd you'll know what I mean. He literally dances with joy at the prospect of anything having to do with his leash and especially! His! COAT! OMG I GET TO WEAR MY COAT!!! ARE YOU WEARING YOUR COAT TOO!!!! I LOVE COATS AND MY LEASH!!!!
This morning was extra special - we just moved this weekend so the neighborhood is fresh and there is much to look at (for both of us) and to sniff and pee on (for Floyd). And there are new dogs and people to whom we can say good morning. The sunlight even seems a little brighter over here (we're on the west end now so perhaps it actually is brighter in the morning).
And THIS morning while we were walking we heard a strange noise. A honking sort of noise. It isn't quite time for the geese to come back so this was very curious. Floyd's ears went all akimbo. Soon we saw the source of the noise - a guy was walking down the sidewalk opposite, by himself, honking away on a trombone. Blaaaht blat blat-blat-blat went his sort-of tune. When he noticed us looking his direction he took the trombone off his lips. I felt bad for making him self-conscious but NO.
He started singing very loudly:
Is no Good -
'Cause Portland is my hood!
It's where it's AT!
As far as I could tell, the song has no other words. It doesn't really need them.