My dog meets the darnedest people on our daily walks.
Exhibit A: Young Lady, Upper West Side.
She looked pleasant and sunny and harmless. Rory used his classic curl-around-your-legs-like-a-cat maneuver that no one can resist. She immediately plopped down on the sidewalk, and they began to cuddle.
After a couple of minutes of this instant friendship, Rory was ready to move on, the corner dog store in his sights.
“Ants?” I hadn’t noticed any. “Well, I’m glad he didn’t. Not sure how those would have gone down.”
“I’ve eaten ants before,” she said with a small smile. “They taste like lemon. That’s probably why your dog wasn’t interested.”
Probably. And now we all know.