You are an anachronism. Not of this time. I saw you on the way home from the theatre last night and you were walking that enormous beast of yours. He is not a pure bread is he? He seems half Sheperd, half Great Dane, half dragon. Seriously, he is too fucking big. You walk around with him in those really really low cut shorts, and seem as if you are in your early 40’s. You could be a viking. Or the wife of a viking that wants to go to war but the husband says, “this does not occur!” and you say “It should!”
When I first saw you, I had this odd feeling, that it was about to snow and seemed rather suprised when I noticed it hadn’t.