100 Words: The Odd Couple

It was a perfect spring afternoon for a stroll, with the sun dancing between large wide clouds and a cool breeze from the east.

I have never seen a man walking so proudly with a female companion. Between his graying beard and mustache his pleased grin was unmistakable.

And who could blame him? She walked gracefully and smugly by his side, every hair in place. Elevating her chin added even more height to her stature than her poufy updo. Her back end swayed, rhythmically, never missing a beat.

What an odd couple they made.

She was definitely French.

French poodle.