Awhile back we were heading home from the dog park. As usual, I sat in my mom’s lap. Who wants to si on the yucky floor?
Everyone around us asked, “What’s her breed?”
Answer: “Anything but a Rottweiler.”
Then we had a guessing game. Beagle? Corgi? Shepherd? Chihuahua? Australian ridgeback (doubtful)?
Everybody wants to touch me. I think people feel disconnected on a bus, in the city. Often people will pat my head, as if I were a good luck charm, as they leave the bus.
Occasionally someone’s scared of dogs. One guy said, “It’s against my religion to touch a dog.”
But usually I get compliments on “such a well-behaved dog!” “Looks so sweet!”
My mom threatens to buy me a pair of sunglasses.