Thursday, December 22, 2011

A Beautiful Beast

I can’t wait to start my new job.
I’m to the point, where I despise seeing or talking to #hotboss.
Before he left work today for his holiday vacation, wearing his adorable brown doc martens, clean but comfortable jeans, and cute blue collared shirt covered by a warm yet “manly” sweater/jacket – he came into my office and we got to chatting about work things. As the subject veered away from “the job”, he nonchalantly goes:
“Did I tell you I got a dog?”
Not expecting casual conversation… my response was awkward,
“Uh, no! You didn’t…”
He proceeds to move his gaze to his iphone and start scrolling away. I knew he was about to show me pictures, and my stomach was JUMPING to see what kind of a dog he chose to call his own.
Now – I should stop here and explain something…. I have always been a firm believer that people are*usually* similar to the type of dog they prefer, and the type of dog they choose to own and take care of. This isn’t always true; I have known people to be nothing like the dogs they own (ex. An ill tempered woman, who owns a well mannered, loving pitbull = to every rule there are exceptions).
Needless to say, I think there is something to be said about the type of dog a person chooses to own….
And I literally was so curious, I was sick. (Ok, a bit dramatic, but still).
He had mentioned (when we were still “acquaintances”), that he wanted to get a dog. I remember it because I (silently) thought “I hope I am around when you get a dog”. One thing to know about me is that I absolutely love dogs. Most animals for that matter, but especially man’s best friend.
SOOO – back to the point.
#hotboss and his new best friend.
While he searches for the picture I ask where he got the dog.
“I got him from a rescue. He’s a year old in January. .. January 5th…. I made up his birthday, since the shelter didn’t know when it was.” *smiles*
You all know what that smile does to me….
He then proceeds to flip the iphone housed in a metallic blue case around for me to see the picture and says,
“This is Echo”
My stare uncomfortably slinks down to take a look…..
It’s a Husky.
A beautiful, young, perfectly marked Husky.
It would be.
Probably the most beautiful dog on the planet – and the gorgeous, man of my dreams has one.
Thinking about it now, I wouldn’t imagine him to have chosen anything else.
He’s fucking beautiful…. And so is his dog.
I hate it here.

P.S. That was officially the last time I will see #hotboss.

1 comment:

Ianstein said...

LOL...Thanks for the laugh!!

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