Lucy and I were on the last leg of our walk and passing through the little local shopping district when a sign on a door caught my eye. Holiday Merchandise Half Price, it promised, and below it was a placard that read, Dogs Welcome, so in we went from the cold. Two little boys and their mom were standing near a display midway along the wall, and they were thrilled to see Lucy.
"Dog!" said the teeny toddler.
"Can we pet it?" asked his brother.
"She's friendly," I assured the mom and asked Lucy to sit. Immediately to our left was a jumble of, of all things, squeaky dog toys, on the floor, so the command presented a bit of a challenge, but Lucy is a trooper, and soon her butt was on the floor.
After the boys said hello, we all explored the pile of toys together. "Which one should we get?" I asked them, drawn to a pair of crinkly sandwiches, one a BLT, the other a PBJ. "Should we let Lucy choose?" They liked the idea, and so they each put a sandwich down in front of them. Lucy had other ideas, though. When I gave her the okay, she snuffled through the pile instead.
"Maybe she's not hungry," I joked.
Just then, she picked out a squeaky plush soda can.
"She must be thirsty!" the older boy said, and collapsed in giggles at his own joke.
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