city dogs 9: Blast

This evening we encountered another male dog with a purple collar.

"Who's this?"

"Blast."

"He's kind of...big- for a corgi, right?"

"He's big boned. Well yes he's a bit over weight, but he's big boned," the man wiped a slop of sweat from his forhead, "Sorry, coming from the gym. What a great Pug you have."

"Thanks. This is Pilgrim."

*Blast barks at Pilgrim*

"He's all talk. We're going to the video store. He loves it. I could let him go and he'd go straight there. The lady loves dogs. She gives him treats. So does the dry cleaner down the street," he motions into the dark, tree lined brownstones.

I look up to see Blast up the street, looking back to his owner.

"Looks like he wants you to catch up."


"Yea, better get going."