My one best friend Emily (you may remember her baby almost eaten by a chihuahua) has a brother who has a dog. When I went over to say hi to her parents, John and his dog Teagan were there. Now I’m obviously not a dog person but they can be ok sometimes. However, I don’t really like when they’re up in my business.
When Teagan came to say hi I’ll admit I had an eh-get-away-from-me-moment because she was all up in my business and looked so scruffy. When I declared this, John shared that he got her because he wanted a scrappy looking dog. I think he won.
Anyway, this is the true story of a guy coming up to John asking him about the scrappiest dog he’d ever seen. I don’t know if the other guy had a mustache or not but I like to imagine him like that.