Barking With Pleasance

I first met her when I was only twenty-one. I was in the bike shop carrying a dictionary when she capered in. She was wearing a red diamond bracelet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her paw, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the dictionary down when she cantered beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the dictionary right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to bark.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the candy store for a cup of espresso. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the candy store, I learned that her name was Pleasance, and that she was a bassoonist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a sheriff.

I guess it was love at first bark. Some might say we had model airplanes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was eight years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still barking for each other.