Summer love.
When I was a lad of 15, I had a bit of a crush on a Spanish student that visited these shores to learn English for the summer. She was beautiful to me in every way that it is possible to see beauty in someone.

I was painfully shy, so it took weeks just to get up the nerve to talk to her.
One gloriously sunny day ,I was taking my dog for a walk (not a euphemism), when I saw her sitting in the local park, I let my dog off the lead (again, not a euphemism) and strolled over and said hi.

She patted the ground beside her indicating I should sit. So I sat. And we talked for a little while.

Then she looked at me oddly. I felt a strange warm sensation rising up my back. So this is love, I thought for a moment.

She wasn't looking at me, though - she was looking past me, over my shoulder.

So I looked over my shoulder, and there was my faithful hound pissing on me.
( Lord & Lady Pants, Fri 28 Nov 2008, 10:40, 2 replies)

hehehehe
I'm sorry for laughing my head off at that...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Fri 28 Nov 2008, 11:37, closed)

it's only natural;
that's a dog which knows how to mark his territory.
(entry_level_adultette, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 16:39, closed)