…dogs is man’s best friend…man ain’t nobody’s…
Monroe D. Underwood
I drove over to Betsy’s apartment on Kelvin Avenue.
When I got out of my car a big hairy dog broke loose from a woman down the street.
He came bounding up to me.
He was drooling.
He locked his front legs around me.
I struggled.
I said down boy.
When the woman got there she was breathing hard and swearing softly.
She said now you stop that Bonzo you naughty thing.
She pulled Bonzo away from me.
She said I am very sorry sir.
I said forget it.
I said it’s been that kind of day.
She shook a finger at Bonzo.
She said what will this gentleman ever think of you?
I said I think he is an Airedale.
She said you must know a lot about dogs.
I said I know a lot about Airedales.
The lady smiled sweetly.
She had perfect white teeth.
She said my name is Mary Bright.
She said I live just down the street.
She said next door to Mama Rosa’s grocery store.
I said I figured you lived just down the street.
Mary Bright said how could you tell?
I said I’m a detective.
I said but I didn’t know your name was Mary Bright.
Mary Bright ran a pink tongue over soft red lips.
She said well we learn something every day.
She said we are never too old to learn.
When she walked away I noticed that her slacks were very tight.
Bonzo kept looking back at me.