I know you're dying for a full report on this weekend's salsa festival, but that must wait. I only have three and a half minutes to blog today, and I want to share a weird and wonderful moment of my lunch hour with you.

Woman walks dog. Dog has only three legs. (Missing leg is hind left leg.) Woman and dog walk past wall. Wall is on dog's right. Dog stops, sniffs wall. Dog wants to pee on wall. Dog can't figure out how to pee on starboard wall. Could turn around if woman wasn't tugging leash impatiently. Dog grows more confused and desperate. Woman, insensible to dog's dilemma, barks at dog. Dog gives up. Dog is probably now praying for tree to appear on port side.

Apologies to dog for laughing at his distress. Kudos to woman for having a non-cute three-legged dog, instead of a voguish, cross-eyed, overgroomed, inbred, purse-sized model (even if she doesn't understand it).