scissors,restaurant, fur

Sharp--I mean really sharp--scissors.

We sit in a booth at our favorite Tex-Mex restaurant sipping margaritas. We are early and can watch the Saturday lunchtime crowd slowly drift in: the noise level from chatter gradually rises, the family groups come in children in arm and held hand to hand, the bartender begins to bustle back and forth behind the bar.

Cool fur on a dog just come in from outside.