02.02.06 :: 2:22 pm

crossing thompson street, i watched a woman standing by her dog who was taking a dump.

when the dog was done, it looked up at her with these sad, sad eyes. Like it was ashamed of the turd it just laid onto the sidewalk.

she scooped the poo up in a bag, bent down and kissed the dog on top of its head, as if to say "my darling, do not be ashamed, for i am not ashamed of you."

that is some true love, right there.

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