The Liquid Dog Walker
I meet a squirter for the first time.
I was sitting on my porch in North Denver enjoying a cup of coffee when I saw her again: a new neighbor with a small dog she walked around the block. She looked to be in her mid-50s, maybe early 60s. She had a petite but attractive body, pretty face, and short, nearly all white hair. As she passed by, I spoke up and said, "Hi." She answered with her own "Hello," so I approached her and introduced myself. She told me her n...