It's been a week or so since I got back from the Super Billiards Expo and I'm feeling a little blue. Sure, the Expo was fun and I miss hanging with all my buddies from there, especially that guy Jake from PoolTees. [caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Frank T. Dawg and Jake from PoolTees.com"]
[/caption] What I'm really bummed about though is this gal I met at the airport on the way back to Denver. We met while waiting for our flight.
She was so nice and so pretty. We got to talking and I found out that she's a bomb sniffing dog for the military. My own personal Hurt Locker. Since she was on leave, she was clearly on the prowl, and that's when things got a little bit inappropriate.
Apparently our PDA's were too much for Mike and her master, because they decided to separate us. Sadly, I never even caught her name. Instead, I just have to sit here in the PoolDawg world headquarters pining for my beautiful GI Jane. Such is the life of a travelling mascot.