For the longest time, I admired Old Dog from the shadows, but Friday the 13th seemed to finally align the stars for us…….it was to be my lucky day….
My review, of our lovable Old Dog…..
Early this morning cruising at 35,000 ft over Ottawa, my phone rang, it was Dog, he had an unexpected cancellation today, and could fit me in between 2 and 2:15…….
With nary a hesitation, I turned to my green co-pilot and told him to declare an emergency, I am going to dive straight down into Ottawa airport !!
I kept focused, and did a high speed landing on the taxiway…..quickly cutting across the grass to the terminal…..and just before I taxied to the gate, I jumped out of my seat, smacked the copilot on the back of the head, told him to stop crying, we are alive ,and to put the damn parking brakes on…..
I quickly grabbed a six pack from the food cart, opened the door…..activated the emergency chute and slid down……landing firmly on my feet in full stride…..
Looking to my right, there was Dog, just beyond the perimeter fence…sitting in his lime green 1968 Chevy Nova…engine running, I quickly hopped the fence, admiring the flames on the car……the leopard skin seat covers….and the biggest furry dice I had ever seen……all this helped dissipate my nerves……
Dog was a pro, and knew how to keep a first timer like me calm…small talk, endless jokes... till we got to his incall location…. I tried to ignore the line up at his door as we brushed past…..he snickered told me his Friday night incall and taco night special was always a great hit…
The room was as I had dreamed, a large polar bear rug in the middle of the room, the disco ball spinning, a fake fireplace, all the while the strobe light was flashing…..Barry Manilow in the background……
Dog then emerged from the bathroom, wearing a pair of chaps and a large cowboy hat, exactly the outfit I had asked….…. he quietly walked over to the stereo in the corner and put his 8 track of Abba’s greatest hits in…..I was in heaven…….
he opened a pack of extra large condoms, but assured me he was the consummate pro.....again, my nerves were quickly put to ease....
While what happened between Dog and I will remain between us, I do recall intense passion, non stop jokes from Dog’s mouth, the occasional bad talk, a suggestion in the middle of our session that I speak to Cato or Pistol Pete about proper etiquette…..him repeatedly asking me to smack his ass thru his chaps, and the room constantly spinning ….. while Abba blared in the background….
Would I repeat ? Hell ya !
Total damage, $250 for 15 minutes, but I must admit when you throw in the the Friday night Taco’s it was well worth the premium charge…..
Run, don’t walk, Dog is a gem, and it’s only a matter of time people discover his wicked evil ways……….
Dog.....you're a great sport....thanks for helping me get over my Friday the 13th SUPERSTITION........ ;-)