Hello My French Friend

dress: thrifted  shirt: target  shoes: thrifted   sunnies: thrifted

Me and the Indian were on a little run. You see, I have this thought about dog freedom. I feel like there is possibly no better feeling for a dog than running free in a field. So when me and the Indian go for runs I take her to the field of all fields and let her run free behind me. You see she loves this. Her ears flap in the wind, her tongue flops on the side of her mouth and her little non existent tail swings from side to side like a pair of windshield wipers in a monsoon (oh you bet I just similed the heck out of that).

So there we were running, and all of the sudden I don't hear the little pitter patter of my Indian. I turn around and there Indie is...in the arms of a big burly man  and she's looking at me like, "come on, who wouldn't pick me up." (Indie has this affect on people, she's quite the hottie, they just pick her up and love on her all the time). 

So I turn around and begin to walk toward them

Me: " I'm so sorry, I didn't see that she left my side."

Large dog hugger: "Eeees okay, shees adorab-lay."

Me: "Oh thank you.....where are you from if you don't mind me asking?"

Large dog hugger: "I'm frome Fraaaahhnce."

Me: "Oh how cool! I've always wanted to travel there!"

Large dog hugger: "So where do you live-ah?"

Me: (a little caught off guard at a stranger asking this question) "oh just in the neighborhood."

Large dog hugger: "Well maybeeee I'll get to see you and your little pooopie around some time."

Me: "Uhhhhhh...I'm sure you will. If you see her with someone else though it's just my husband." (you bet I snuck that in there, creepie french man!)

Large dog hugger: "Oh okay....see you later."

You guys. In one week I have had two chick flick scenes in my life. 1. Girl falls off bike and is caught by unsuspecting man 2. Girl runs into french dog loving man

Who's life am I living? And where is Sir Matt when I need him??!!