Thursday 3rd April 2008
by CarolineThis morning the most beautiful dog was on my street with his owner. As I walked up he sat his wide dog butt on the sidewalk and wouldn’t move until I approached, and I stooped (further than usual to the ground, thanks to high heels) to say hello. He was unthinkably soft, with fur like immaculate, fluid goosedown.
“He’s beautiful,” I told his owner.
“Oh, just wait,” she said. Her English leaned Polish. “He’s still a puppy.”
As I stood to leave he nuzzled my ankle, and he watched longingly as I closed my car door. I waved goodbye out the open window. The owner attempted to drag him away.
“He’s in love,” she said.
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