Pooch Paranoia

Years ago, I lived in a beautiful duplex in Hollywood. My neighbors at the time were a regular seeming couple. At first. One afternoon, the man called me at work to tell me that there was something wrong with my dogs. I panicked and immediately asked if they were okay. He told me that they were, but the problem was that they were looking in his window.

In a rare moment of quick thinking I responded that once they finished their documentary, I was sure that they would stop. I then advised him to invest in curtains.

Several month later I found out, as he and his girlfriend were breaking up, that he was a secret cross-dresser.