No picnic

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.

antsAs the young lady stood up to leave, she said, “I’m surprised he didn’t eat any of the ants on the sidewalk.”

“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.

 

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