Mitch was an average thirty five-year-old man, or at least he considered himself to be. Divorced and living alone in a comfortable two bedroom apartment, he lived his life from one day to the next, just taking things as they come. The only real love in his life was Taffy, a pedigree scottish terrier who had come into his life when the lady down the hall passed away, leaving the pup homeless. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Every morning he would take her for a walk but today was Saturday and that meant an afternoon walk as well. The weather did not look good, with dark clouds coming over and the wind picking up, but with a bit of luck they could make it to the park and back before the rain began.
The park was all but empty, everyone leaving to seek shelter from the impending storm. Taffy yipped excitedly and pulled on her leash, her little tail wagging furiously. Mitch looks to see the cause of her excitement. Shaking his head, he thought he should have known. Not far up the path a lady was walking another Scottish terrier, and he didn't need a lesson in anatomy to know it was a male dog. When the woman turned around he was a little stunned. It was Robyn, one of the women who worked in his office building. They had talked occasionally, even sharing a table in the crowded café every now and then, but didn't know each other well. Both were surprised to see the other, and even more surprise that that had the same breed of dog.
"Well I'll be, how are you Robyn?"
Her smile was warm and welcoming. Before she was able to answer, her dog Timmy was trying to mount Taffy. It hadn't occurred to Mitch that it would be time Taffy to come into season again. A little embarrassed Robyn tried in vein to pull the two dogs apart. Mitch could see she was becoming a little distraught and he laughed.
