Lemon Bikini

Before I forget everything about my Canadian vacation let me tell you a wee dog story. The Hammer and I had just left the woods and were walking along a road frequented by our fellow tourists. In the distance, in the direction we were headed, two young men and a young lady were goofing off in the sun. The young lady was wearing a lemon coloured bikini. I like lemons.

When we reached the threesome we exchanged Canadian pleasantries. "How you doing, eh?" The Hammer, unschooled in the art of Canadian pleasantries, bounced her wet nose off the lemon crotch of the young woman's bikini. The young woman said, "Hey!"

I told you the story was short.