Dog Days

Ever since my dog has reached full grown, I've encountered a non-stop array of questions. Most of them go something like this:

"What kind of dog is that?"

I've had people holler out car windows as they drive by or come out of their houses to inquire as we walk by. The receptionists at the vet ask, as do the vet techs. This evening as I walked on my customary route through my neighborhood, a man stopped his car at a stop sign and rolled down his window to ask the question I knew was coming.

Then he got out of the car and asked to greet my dog. We chatted and he petted. I'm not entirely sure which one of us he was flirting with, me or the dog.

If nothing else, he sure does make for an interesting conversational piece.



And this picture doesn't even give you an idea of what the whole package looks like.