I was on my way to work this morning, trottin’ along with my 3lb dog in tow. Usually everyone stares and murmurs “how cute” and I feel “cool” because I have this cute little dog everyone likes. Well, this morning I was waiting at a crosswalk and another young guy comes up behind me with his dog. Only difference is his dog is 75lbs and poops the size of my dog. There he & his dog are, standing proud, all big and tough. Here I am with my skinny jeans, messenger bag, and girly dog. 
It felt like an eternity waiting for that da*n walk sign to flash. I just wanted to run away and hide under a rocker never to be seen again!!
I suddenly felt self-conscious with my little dog, in some ways less of a man than Mr. Tough guy and his “killer” standing next to me!! Of course I love my puppy but some days I wish he was bigger, leaner, and meaner!! Is that bad?!
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