Buddy and I were on our front porch as she and her German Shepard walked by us. The dog saw Buddy and practically dragged his human across the street and onto the sidewalk.
She laughed as he stopped to see if Buddy was up for a greeting sniff. He was not.
Instead, Buddy pushed in the pulled-to door, disappearing towards the far side of the house. It was my turn to laugh.
As she walked away, I called after her, “What’s your pupperz name?”
“Ranger,” she said.
“Way to go numb-nuts,” I thought, “Ask the dog’s name but not hers.”
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