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Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


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November 27th, 2007

special needs (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elVMHKb8A4A)

Rex and I were in the park and we passed a woman who was walking her dog. I deftly wound Rex's leash around my arm, creating an instant short leash, and pulled him to my left side, putting myself between Rex and the passersby. The woman observed this and cautiously asked, "Is it okay if Saxon meets your dog?"

"Sure." I gestured to Rex and added, "Rex can be spastic, so I try to keep him away from people, unless invited."

"Saxon's like that, too," she said. Our dogs sniffed each other and then started jumping around each, playing and winding leashes. When her dog started humping mine the woman shrieked, "Saxon! Stop that."

I laughed, but tightened Rex's leash in case he didn't like it and I had to drag him out of a dog fight. He didn't seem to care. Regardless, I still felt wary of Saxon since he was some sort of Chow mix. Chow dogs tend to bite. But this one was still a puppy and seemed very sweet.

I have phrases I tend to say to dogs on a regular basis and one of them is Who's this? I even say it to Rex. He'll appear at the side of my chair from nowhere and I'll look down at him, touch his nose and then say, "Who's this?" When we're playing, I'll grab the rope toy from his mouth, shake it and then say, "What's this?" I think I do this because dogs usually tend to have a naturally curious expression at all times. Especially when they're pooping.

So, naturally, in the park I knelt down to properly greet Saxon and said, "Who's this?"

The woman immediately said, "That's Saxon!"

I could almost hear the missing You retard! from the end of her sentence.