First, I learned that my bank has mini golf. I will now be stopping by much more frequently. As you can see, I need the practice.
After the bank, I hit the barbershop. As I was flipping through a magazine, I heard a familiar rustle from underneath what I thought was a coffee table. And that’s when this guy poked his head out.
Something tells me that he didn’t graduate barber school
Of all the barbershops in all of Chicago, I accidentally stumbled into one that’s pet friendly! What are the odds? Finding a good barber is one of the most important parts of settling down in a new city, and I think I’ve found my spot. Luckily for me, they also give great haircuts. Next time I’ll have to see if Eko can come along.
While the pup kept me company, I flipped through GQ magazine and waited for a chair to open up. I was about to put the magazine down when a particular page caught my eye.
Debonair, dark haired man and an adventurous looking Ridgeback? Now where have I seen that combination before…
ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES NOR PALE IMITATIONS!
GQ, what happened?? How did we not get the call for that photo shoot?? I clean up nice!
If he wasn’t also my dog, I would most definitely fire my agent right now.
