As longtime readers might know
walking with Flo regularly involves indignity
I haven't dog-whispered sufficiently to subdue her herder madness
of e.g. suddenly lurching onto a ricketty fence where a cat sits
witnessed by its family who until this moment could have been an ad for Insurance or Ford such was the sedate suburban tableau where blue uniforms exclude the feral,
or a madness that makes strapping young concreters cower as we pass
all down to the the power of a bark
but I was quite taken aback yesterday walking home from the park
when a couple of strangers go:
- Your Dog is SO FAT!!! He's SO FAT!!! poor thing hahaha So FAT!!!
He's a beautiful dog though
- Yes-thank-you, I snarl.
So now I'm looking at her trying to see if she is as fat as they say...
I don't know.
Relative to a labrador, which is the old diehard standard, she is svelte.
(of course some readers might not agree)