Moon above San Francisco

Chester the Lunatic Shiba pulled at the leash. Six a.m. up the hill toward Twin Peaks, his favorite walk to the little park at the top of the hill. We both liked it. Chester could sniff the bushes, check out the latest dog-gossip in the neighborhood, which girl doggies were being followed by which male doggies, all that fun doggy stuff. I could gaze toward the Golden Gate Bridge in one direction, turn and see the lights of the Bay Bridge’s western suspensions. I could also meander around the small park hoping that Patrick would be walking his golden retriever at that hour of the morning. Patrick. The thought of him made me wet.

Lately he’d walked his dog earlier and earlier. We’d first run into each other when I walked down the hill and he was going up. Then I’d be leaving the park as he’d be arriving. That lasted about a week and we got to talking. It’s when I learned his name and all that fun small-talk stuff; his dog was Agnes, my name too! Then I’d be going up the hill as he was coming down. So I kept walking Chester earlier.

Now Patrick, now there was a gorgeous hunk of man. A little taller than me, broad shoulders with the body of death. Even in San Francisco’s cool weather, he wore t-shirts and shorts. Long, wavy dark hair, handsome face with Irish blue eyes. Mwah! I just wanted to kiss him all over and then take that … well, never you mind. I could fantasize what would happen to my four-poster bed when he finally came over to stay … for good?

Today I’d gotten to the park right at six a.m. He came up the hill just a few minutes later, even before Chester did his daily poop dance. He wore a black Stanford t-shirt, gray cargo shorts. I loved his hairy legs, his fair complexion, nice patterns of dark brown hair. Yummy as always. He came over, all smiles. I looked at the moon, a full moon in the sky above the city’s rooflines. He paused a moment after our cursory introductions. His eyes crinkled, he smiled, my heart melted.

“I want to ask you something,” he stammered. I looked at him. And then Chester the Lunatic Shiba attacked Agnes the Dog. We separated them. I thought he'd continue but the spell was broken.