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First Things First…
I think that if I’m going to be blogging about a little dog and you guys are going to be learning a thing or two about me, I should first tell you how it came about that a 32 year old single hetero-sexual Mexican bi-lingual man who recently moved to Malibu, CA ended up owning a 3.3 lbs. Pomeranian. Most people don’t believe me when I respond to the question “Did you get him just to meet girls?” that: No, my main reason for getting Pepe was not to meet girls. For god’s sakes how was I to know he was going to turn out so cute? I actually just did a random act of kindness that paid off in the way of me getting a very cute little dog who has inadvertently taught me more about responsibility and “mature” relationships in the year that he’s been under my care than I probably ever would have been able to learn in therapy… or watching Dr. Phil everyday for a very long period of time.
Me and Pepe found each other almost a year ago. I was sitting at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf at the Cross Creek shopping center in Malibu having a conversation with a group of friends when two girls walked by carrying what appeared to be a little chipmunk. The creature was so cute, it made most people sitting outside the coffee shop curious enough to ask the girls what it was. It turns out it wasn’t a chipmunk but a very small puppy of indeterminate breed who had apparently gotten lost in Santa Monica and was wondering alone on the streets where the girls found him. The girls couldn’t keep him they said, but were willing to give him away to anyone who would offer him a good home. That was not me! Puppies meant work: They ate, they pooped, the didn’t sit still thru 12 hour poker games. He was cute though, and so were the two girls. I wished them and the little puppy good luck on finding a good place for him and said goodbye.
A few nights later around 10:00 pm I stopped by the Colony shops Starbucks to get a little jolt of caffeine before I started a game of poker. The little squirrel-dog was there! But, weren’t puppies supposed to need lots of sleep? He was in the hands of a young man who had apparently realized the value a cute puppy had as a magnet for the opposite sex. Apparently they’re only slightly above babies in their power to draw in the females except they’re much easier to get legally. A not so wise man once told me: “They’re like pollen to bees man.” It was working: the young guy, who I knew from seeing him around town, usually by himself, was now holding court with a handful of Pepperdine University coeds. But the puppy looked exhausted: Completely collapsed in his hands. As he saw me he blurted: ” Can you believe it? Some girls gave it to me for free!”
No… I couldn’t.
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