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What does David know anyway? I thought, as I maintained a delightful conversation in the face of all those cute animals. I wasn’t struck dumb or incapacitated. Sure, there were animals all around, and if I let my mind wander, I could easily imagine myself in the forest glen, communing with the wildlife like Sleeping Beauty, but I’m a grown woman. No smooshed pug faces, gregarious cats, or silly-shaped dogs were going to distract me from taking part in stimulating conversation with other adults over wine and Robert’s edamame tofu dip. Kryptonite, my ass, I thought smugly.

“Did you hear that, Barb?” David asked, pulling me from my reverie to find a mischievous look on his face.

“No, missed it. I was thinking about the topic we were on a moment ago, about the crazy shit we get to see because we live so close to these nightclubs,” I said, proud of myself for thinking quickly.

“Yeah, clearly you didn’t,” David said, stoking my curiosity. I extended my arm, and David filled my glass from the bottle in his hand. He was watching me carefully.

“Well? What did I miss? Are they leaving?” I gestured to Gretchen and Daniela, who had risen to their feet.

“Yeah, we’ve got to go, I’m pretty beat,” said Daniela. “I was just saying I wanted to check on Mr. T.”

“Mr. T?” I asked.

“Thomas, our rabbit.”

“Rabbit?” I said, playing it cool. “You, uh, got him in a cage over there?”

“No, no cage,” said Gretchen. “Thomas is house-trained, so he just roams around the apartment.”

“You have a bunny, just out, like, hopping around in your place right now?” I shot to my feet and set my glass on the table. “Can I see him?”

As I pushed Gretchen and Daniela to the door, I caught David leaning toward Kimberly and saying, “Told ya.” But I didn’t care. I was about to pet the bunny!

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snackycakes420 April 23, 2008 @ 2:45 p.m.

Not at all in a bad way, but I'm a little surprised that you're an extreme animal lover. I had always pegged you as slightly germaphobic and not someone who was ok with dirt or messes. My dog is one huge ball of flying hair onto the carpet and muddy paw prints tracked across the floor.


Barbarella Fokos April 23, 2008 @ 5:57 p.m.

Not taken in a bad way at all, Snacky. I am a germaphobe, but I'm strangely selective. For example, I would never allow a dog to lick my face the way they're licking other people's faces in the video. And, because I'm allergic to most animals (see, I love them in spite of my health), I have to be fastidious about washing my hands after petting them. I've ended up with hives and itchy, watery eyes, or even asthma attacks from forgetting to wash my damn hands. But that doesn't keep me from wanting to touch them. Just today, David had to convince me to close my office window, because I'd opened it, hoping the baby birds flying by outside would mistakenly fly in the way one did a few years ago. I just wanted to see one up close, but David was right -- it wouldn't have done the poor bird any good. ;)


renee April 24, 2008 @ 9:46 a.m.

It's been a long time since something I read has made me laugh out loud. Great story, even if you do end up mentioning rabbits in it.


Barbarella Fokos April 24, 2008 @ 11:08 a.m.

Happy to know I made you laugh out loud! Even if you gotta be a bunny hater. To the tune of, "I ain't a playah, I just crush a lot," I sing, "I ain't a hatah, I just hop a lot." ;)


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