I was in a local independent bookstore the other night. It had a store dog, a brown Labrador retriever that had free run of the place, and slept on an overstuffed sofa. She was a friendly old dog.

A very friendly old dog.

I basically couldn't get her nose out of my crotch the whole time I was there. And when I could, she'd just go around back and nose around there, or lick the soles of my shoes. The owner finally hauled her off as she looked longingly back at me - I expect remininiscing on what we had together.

I should get half as much attention on dates!