A close friend of mine came down from Wichita Falls, Texas the other day to spend a few days with me. He brought his new companion: a chocolate brown Chihuahua named Cocoa. Like most small dogs, Cocoa is delectably adorable and innately vicious. Little dogs have always reminded me of little women: small, cute and surprisingly mean. I should know! One of them gave birth to me!
Last night, as Robert and I watched TV, Cocoa curled up in her bed on the floor nearby and – after a while – I could hear her scrounging around. I had noticed she had been chewing on one of her back legs and, concerned for her welfare, peeked over the coffee table – to see her curled up quietly.
I then realized Robert had set down his phone and had his leg hiked up over his head and – and, you know, even as a 50-something-bisexual-recovering alcoholic writer, there are some things I can go my entire life without seeing!
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