I had been shopping, buying some t-shirts without holes in them to wear on our trip abroad. My lovely, furloughed husband was keeping Ray company.
By the time I got home it was well after Ray's afternoon walk-time. When I came through the door, Ray was ecstatic to see me. It warmed my heart to know that after only four years, my dog had finally come to grips with the fact that I was as good as he was going to get.
"I took Ray for a walk," said Gregg as I dropped my purchases on the coffee table.
"Good," I replied, "Thanks."
"We were down around the corner when a lady came running across the street." said Gregg. "She said that she saw Ray's sign and thought it was a great idea. She said that she'd rather vote for Mickey Mouse for Governor than the two guys that are running. So she is going to vote for Ray."
"I guess you must know her from your walks?" enquired my husband.
I asked Gregg where the woman lived. He told me the exact location of her house.
"Nope," I replied, "I don't know her. Never talked to her."
Ray's campaign is gaining momentum. He has three votes now. Our two and the unknown lady down around the corner.