For Dog Lovers Only
A very old lady, as cute as a kitten, was on a collision course with me on the boardwalk today.
She was walking a silver miniature schnauzer who looked exactly as if someone forgot to add the fabric softener. Clean but messy = perfect.
Excitedly I asked, “Is that a miniature schnauzer? They’re my favorite dogs ever!”
She said, “Yep! They’re my favorite too.”
When I bent down to look the little guy in his eyes and rub his head, she added, “This is Rudy. He’s fifteen.”
I stood up and Rudy pranced onward.
“Fifteen! Look at the pep in his step. He’s like a newborn puppy,” I told her.
She shielded her mouth with the backside of her hand and with a universe of life and light in her expression she whispered, “He doesn’t know he’s old.”
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