writing doodle - the hottest of dogs

Rushing between meetings, John hadn't eaten all day.  The alarm failed to go off.  He missed his bus.  The office PA was out sick and he had double booked himself.  There were a few protein bars hidden in the bottom of his desk, so he munched on those during one phone call, but it just wasn't enough to fight off the hunger.

He was one deal short of making his monthly goal and he needed the money for his honeymoon fund.  Not that he was engaged.  Heck, he didn't even have a girlfriend.  But he liked to be prepared.  He started the honeymoon fund when he was sixteen knowing that one day he would want to go some place exotic and wonderful.  So a few dollars deposited every week over several years had added up to a nice little nest egg.

It was probably time to look for the woman.

Or not.

Finally at four o'clock he couldn't take it any more.  His boss brought in her two pugs in their Halloween costumes and paraded them around the office.

He raced down the six flights of stairs, out the door, and to the one street vendor who really knew how to make a great hot dog.  The buns were steamed to perfection.  There were five kinds of mustard and almost any kind of topping anyone who was a true afficianado could appreciate.