Zoey

On my run this morning I made better aquaintance with Zoey.  She is a Boston Bull dog, I think, who carries a pack on her back for her owner.  When I pass by her each morning and greet her, she is always so happy and proud when I talk to her.  Don't tell me dogs don't have human feelings.  I always tell her she is doing a great job and hang in there when the day is particularly hot and humid.  I thought she was a he because she is carrying the heavy load.  But I stood corrected when I said, Good job guy."  I had to rethink that stereotype.

Zoey is a better human than many of us.  She carries her load with the pride of knowing she is doing good for her owner.  She is happy just  knowing that others recognize her existence.  And she shares that joy with a big grin on her face and her tongue hanging out.  (No, we don't usually go around with our tongues hanging out, but maybe we could risk looking a little silly once in a while just to make others happy.) Anyway, I count Zoey as one of my new firends who has made a positive impression on me. Wish more people I read about did.