DIXIE AND ME |
We were loitering around the property he lives on, and he pulled up in his silver car. I expected him to walk away, but he instead greeted Dixie.
As usual, she dragged me over to her new "victim", and he laughed and gladly petted her. She did her regular routine of lying down and offering up her belly to rub. He didn't take the bait; instead, he rubbed her head and back.
Naturally, she was thrilled.
We didn't exchange names, but we did talk a good bit. I told him about me covering NASCAR years ago, and he told me about him helping rock bands with electricity and equipment.
All three of us came out of it happy. And I apologized for bending his ear.
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