Lamont Diaries continued
Ever since Lamont appeared on the scene, I feel distinctly like a kept man.
Lamont and I just returned from our third visit to the dog park today. It dawned on me that I have completely lost control in this relationship.
After doing as I was told, attending to and disposing of his poop, we returned to Lamont's villa. Where I fed him and swept up the debris he had chewed (so far) today and left on the rug.
I had a sudden vision of two leather clad mustachioed men walking nonchalantly on a mid afternoon stroll in New York City's East Village wearing designer cowboy boots, pressed jeans, and chaps, with one sporting a spiked dog collar being led on a leash. As if all was normal.
Guess which one I pictured was me and which would be Lamont?
Lamont is now napping on the couch. I have returned to my work station to attempt to bring home the bacon to pay the bills, trying to rid my mind of that distracting vision.
I think I may have been snookered. ■