October 13, 2010
The dog people forgive you for not remembering their names. They don't care if you know they're Kate or Mark or Arlene (or is that Eileen?). They care that you know Chewy or Jasper or Loki. They just love that you love their dogs. They care that you're crouched on the sidewalk, not only allowing their dogs to do everything they've tried to train them not to do but encouraging it, inviting it, and reveling in it. The dog people know this is better than the strongest cup of coffee, the most beautifully-wrapped gift. This, they know, is what matters.