I know it's bad luck when a black cat crosses your path- but what about a small black dog? Twice?
The Fruit Bat and I were on a nightly ramble once more- as our feet wander, so does the conversation- and as we passed a particular street, she inquired of me,
"Isn't this where we met those dogs?"
I responded that it was the other direction down the street, and we looked ahead once more. To see a small black dog running across the road in front of us.
"No. Our luck CAN'T be that bad," I murmured in disbelief- only to see a small golden lab come tearing around the corner after the black Chihauhua.
I guess our luck is that bad.
Yes, we met Jake and his friend again. Key words being- again. So we called the owner again and got them picked up- it's just too funny. Jake came right up to us just like last time, and Fruit Bat actually got ahold of the small black dog. Someone named it Spanky. Poor dog.
Once again, we witness the animal magnetism of the Fruit Bat.
I swear, I've had more animal encounters with her than I've ever had before.
