May 6, 2014
Amy , an 11-year-old Akita, lives in my neighborhood. On my way home from the gym, I often see her and her mom, a woman who's probably as old as Amy is in "people years", slowly making their way to wherever they're going, and I always stop to say hello and smoosh (Amy, not her mom). Amy is so calm and soothing, and her mom is so lovely and accommodating. I always thank her for letting me interact with Amy and she thanks me for doing so. "Amy is like your favorite teddy bear come to life," she has said.