I was running errands in the neighborhood this morning, and I was on the corner of an intersection which I frequently cross often if not a couple time a day, and where there was a coffee cart. As I was waiting for the light to change, the woman in the coffee cart leaned out the window and yelled at me, “Where’s your dog? Is she okay?”
It took me a second to register that she was talking to me, and that her questions weren’t the ravings of a lunatic. When it hit me that these were meant as friendly questions, I responded that the dogs at home.
“I don’t see her anymore. I was wondering if she’s okay.”
“She’s fine,” I said, “we just changed the time we take her for a walk in the morning, is all.”
“Okay, she’s a cute dog. Very funny.”
The light changed, so I thanked the lady, and wished her a good day as I crossed the street.
She wished me and my dog a good day as well.
