Parker joined The Sauce and I on a lunch date at Books and Books today and he hated it. He tangled himself, inexcusably, trying to avoid every single person at once. He barked at the nice waiter who brought him water. He stood in that water and then tried (unsuccessfully) to sit on my lap. He lost his mind at a bird. He cried because he couldn’t say hello to women between the ages of 20 and 45. The only time he wagged his tail was when we were leaving and he saw the car.
julie warshaw 