Unstapled

Got the staples out this a.m. No doctor's report "until the final pathology comes in" said the nurse, more ominously than I had anticipated. Pathology? Doesn't that mean disease? I assume she used it as a catch-all to refer to any abnormality. I have adjusted to the idea I have an abnormality; a disease? That would take another few meltdowns to process.
I had a fantastic only-in-New-York moment this afternoon, my first afternoon back on dog-walking duty. I was walking down the idyllic park path strewn with golden ginko leaves when I came upon a young man photographing a stunningly gorgeous woman against the backdrop of the park.
As I was trying to pass discreetly, the man turned to me and asked if he could use the dogs in the shoot. As a brief aside, one of my dogs is a bit psycho and has to wear a muzzle. The other is generally as sweet as sweet potato pie. So I told him he could use Ozzie, and gave the woman a couple of treats to entice Ozzie over to her.
He said, "I had in mind someting a bit more dramatic, do you mind?"
I shrugged. "As long as you don't freak the dog out."
I gave her Ozzie's leash and then turned to walk out of the shot. There was a sudden scuffle behind me.
When I turned back, she was stark naked except for her 5-inch stilettos and hanging onto Ozzie's leash for dear life as Ozzie frantically ran at me, apparently thinking I was trying to give her away to a strange naked lady.