its just ironic...thats all

This morning I had a meeting with a guy at 9:30. I get there right on time, and the guy a large man of about 250-300 lbs greets me. He owns a grading, and demolition business. In my business I have met a lot of (mostly men) who are in the grading business, and for the most part they are all large men, in their mid 50's with a gigantic office, with stuffed animals on the walls...no not stuffed teddy bears, but 9 point deer heads, or large blue marlins. These men are usually very nice, and they usually (for some reason) really like me. I guess I appeal to large middle aged country men. Anyways...the guy I met with today was really nice, even took me on a ride in his brand new F250...which, let me tell you was the highlight of my morning. But the funniest thing about this guy, as gruff and manly as he was...deer heads, gun racks and all...when I walked in and back to his office, he asked me if I liked dogs. I of course love dogs, and have no problem with them. He said that he kept his dog "Tootsie" in his office, because he wasn't sure how some people react. I told him it was no problem. I just knew that beyond that door was going to be a old 100 lb black lab, or maybe golden retriever, but as he opened the door a tiny little chiahaha ran out. Seriously the thing was probably only a 1lb. I don't know what was funnier...the fact that he thought I might be afraid of this tiny dog, or the fact that this large lumberjack of a man was toting around a dog, just like Paris Hiltons.