Cute anecdote
Oct. 4th, 2019 09:45 pmDear Diary:
I was in the West Village on a beautiful spring day, walking my 13-pound rescue mutt Charly and enjoying the first days of warm sun.
Coming down the block was a tall, muscular young man dressed in black leather. With him was an equally muscular big dog of unknown breed, also decked out in black leather, including a large leather collar with spikes, and on a chain link leash.
Because Charly is overly friendly with other dogs, I thought I should probably cross the street. Why risk a confrontation?
Then, just as we were about to cross the street, the man and his dog ducked into a garage.
“Phew,” I thought, as Charly and I continued down the block.
Passing the garage, I looked in and saw the young man. The dog was cowering behind him.
The young man looked at me sheepishly.
”He’s afraid of other dogs,” he said.
I just want to hug both dogs now. (If they want hugs, I mean.)
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/09/29/nyregion/metropolitan-diary.html
I was in the West Village on a beautiful spring day, walking my 13-pound rescue mutt Charly and enjoying the first days of warm sun.
Coming down the block was a tall, muscular young man dressed in black leather. With him was an equally muscular big dog of unknown breed, also decked out in black leather, including a large leather collar with spikes, and on a chain link leash.
Because Charly is overly friendly with other dogs, I thought I should probably cross the street. Why risk a confrontation?
Then, just as we were about to cross the street, the man and his dog ducked into a garage.
“Phew,” I thought, as Charly and I continued down the block.
Passing the garage, I looked in and saw the young man. The dog was cowering behind him.
The young man looked at me sheepishly.
”He’s afraid of other dogs,” he said.
I just want to hug both dogs now. (If they want hugs, I mean.)
https://www.nytimes.com/2019/09/29/nyregion/metropolitan-diary.html