Waiting to pick up our dogs was both me (summer allergies gave Ricky an itchy butt) and a giant black man. The black guy’s dog came out first, and it was the tiniest white Shih Tzu, followed by my Pit Bull. I asked the vet tech “What’s wrong with this picture?” Outside: the Shih Tzu piddled as it left the place.
In the parking lot, an extreme head-scratcher: a motorcycle with a handicapped plate.
Around the corner: somebody’s quinceanera getting ruined.
Two miles away, and this one ain’t funny: for the first time in months, we finally got rain in LA, but it came out of nowhere in the form of a very rare thunder storm. It hit people swimming and playing volleyball on Venice Beach, killing one and injuring 13.
