While walking our 85-pound chocolate lab Aquinnah yesterday morning, I passed through a parking lot, where a driver from a food-services company was hauling deliveries into a restaurant. He spotted us, and went about his business.
After I brought Aquinnah home, I headed out on a slightly different route with Martha, a black 40-pound pit bull-lab mix. As we rounded a corner, the same guy I had seen before pulled his truck out of the restaurant lot and onto our side street.
He stopped the truck beside us with a confused look on his face and opened his window. "Did you just have a different dog?" he asked. "Yeah," I replied. "Don't worry. You aren't losing it."
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