There's something I've noticed about dog people. When two dog people meet while walking their dogs, they tend to greet the dogs, not the owners, as though they are, themselves, their dogs:
"Hello, Atticus! How are you? Oh, may I sniff your butt? Where are you running to?"
People have an infinite capacity for weirdness.
"Hello, Atticus! How are you? Oh, may I sniff your butt? Where are you running to?"
People have an infinite capacity for weirdness.
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