He was feeling far too single. “I need a strategy,” he thought. After binge watching romcoms, he developed a theory. Doing recon, he was convinced. Dogs were chick magnets.
Walking home from the dog park, he was so absorbed in daydreams of silky blonds with Afghan hounds; perky brunettes with labradoodles, and sparky red-heads with retrievers, he didn’t notice the Uber self-driving Tesla heading straight for him.
Luckily, someone scooped up all this body parts; he should be out of the repair shop by Tuesday.
He’s been looking shelter dogs on line, and has picked out the perfect one: Fluffy 1.0
( meet Fluffy in the video below!)
photo prompt: © Ted Strutz
for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers