Walking the Dog

Walking the dog through the neighborhood when he started to push around a purple balloon along the sidewalk. I grab the leash trying to get him to leave it alone. He persisted and found enough energy and endurance to push the thing.

It was not until we turned the corner (underneath a street light) that it popped and it became obvious that it was a (used??!!!) condom.

Who uses purple condoms? Who would take a slightly used provalactive, put it to their lips, blow it up and then knot it? Obviously someone with more imagination than I. Or wait a minute, maybe less than an imagination. How boring does your life have to be that the idea of a purple condom sound revelatory and innovative.

Anyway, after it popped and he tried to eat its little shrivelled remains, I kept thinking, "another reason not to let the dog lick my face."