I never get tired of people watching.
Yesterday afternoon, we walked up to our library. While on our way, we stopped at the coffee shop. And there was a sight that just made my day.
An older-to-middle-aged man who looked quite normal. You know, the usual Vancouver guy – sunglasses, khaki shorts, plaid shirt, sandals. But he had on a baby snugly (the kind that looks like a backwards backpack but a baby fits in it and you wear it on the front of you so that you have the baby close but your arms are free). And in that baby snugly?
A dog. A chihuahua, to be precise. With a pair of enormous, pink Barbie sunglasses on.
He had an ice cream cone and he’d alternately take a lick and then give the poochie a lick. The dog’s spindly legs were sticking out the bottom leg holes, it’s little arms propped up top. The guy would ever so often kiss the dog’s head and then offer it more ice cream. And seriously. The dog had on pink Barbie sunglasses. Although to be fair, it was sunny.
And then he and his dog got on a bright orange scooter and motored away together, singing a song.
I love people.
