Strip club, puppy and soap... oh my

I met one of my dearest friends last night for dinner in San Diego. It’s one of those instances when after not seeing someone for some time the thought of driving just over an hour to say “hey” seems like a splendid idea when getting off work, but at 2:09am the ensuing drive home seems overwhelming, and staying awake quite a task. But it was fun. He took me to the Gaslamp Strip Club for dinner (not what you think).

While walking around the Gaslamp District I explained that I was wearing looking at shoes, not walking in shoes, and we headed back to the car. On the way back I saw the sweetest little puppy in this soap shop window. The girl working there opened the door and let the two of us in. I found this very trusting, and a little odd. (The store had already been closed for two hours.)

We discussed the puppy, and she began to tell tales of horror about this little angelic toy Chihuahua, “Chachee”. I took my self-appointed puppy knowledge and attempted to explain that this little four month old puppy just needed some good parenting. To show her what I meant by this I prepared to give an example of how to put on his itty-bitty harness. Chachee then turned into Satan and bit the hell out of my finger, nearly drawing blood.

I apparently don’t know everything. Who’d a thunk?

It took the two of us a couple of minutes, puppy jaw holding and the coordination efforts of a military to get a harness on this two pound puppy.

Thanking us for the help (no wonder she let two strangers in) she let have selection of anything in the store, throwing in additional scented soaps for us to enjoy. Not bad for a couple of minutes work and near-blood drawing.

As I stood – nearly asleep – in the shower this morning I had fresh essential oil scented soap and a sugar scrub to start my day.