Shelby's man Dan came by this morning with Zinny, the Wiener dog. As we headed downtown to a popular breakfast spot, Dan told me that Zinny lived up to her breed while he's had her. Apparently every time she jumped in his lap, she hit his dick.
As we sat outside and ate, with Zinny on a lease, we were surrounded by beautiful Pensacola women, walking their dogs. Fortunately, Zinny had Dan under Wiener control.
Just kidding Shelbs, Dan's a great guy and your old Pops approves. I'm looking forward to visiting his gun store and I'll be taking apart the front end of my truck with him soon, to get access to the possible problem.
It's been nice to have Zinny back, but now she's just hanging out on Shelby's work chair, waiting for her to come back tonight.
After my downfall in Tennessee, we lived down in Tampa for a while, and I've met many of her friends there. It is now in the cross hairs of a new major hurricane and I suggested to her that we act as a refuge for them, if needed.
I haven't heard back from her yet...