A Moment

The girls and I are walking every day again; yesterday, a car slowed as it passed us, then turned the corner ahead of us. A woman got out of the car with her cell phone and asked if she could film the dogs. Okay, it was weird, but okay.

As she started filming, she shared that she had two dogs that could be my dogs’ twins, but recently, her Jack Russell terrier passed away and she misses him terribly, as does her Mia clone. She told me that yes, they are more than hyper, but are such loyal, loving dogs, and she just had to stop to say hello to Daisy.

Daisy is not one to avoid a thorough face-licking when anyone is fool enough to get within range, but the woman reveled in the extensive wash of dog tongue. The woman rubbed Daisy’s belly, talked baby talk to her, and was in absolute bliss as she continued to gush about her recently-passed JR terrier.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that Daisy eats dog poop, which is why I avoid facial contact with her and/or immediately wash thoroughly after direct contact. I didn’t want to spoil the woman’s joy at sharing this moment and memory of her own pet. She works at an animal hospital, so it may not have fazed her, but any way you look at it, it’s best to avoid face-to-face contact with any dog that eats poop.