When I walked into a store in Portland, Maine, yesterday, there was a
tall, fit, clean-cut man dressed in dark clothing standing near the
entrance, with a yellow lab resting at his feet. My first impression was
that he was a cop, but I wasn’t sure because I saw no badge, cap,
shoulder patch or gun.
One of my guiding principles is never pass
up a chance to pet a dog, so I walked up to the man and asked if I
could do just that. He smiled and nodded. As I reached down to the dog, I asked the man if he was a police officer.
“Yes,” he replied. “I am. He is. We both are.” That’s when I noticed a
police badge on the dog’s harness, near his chest. “He’s a great dog,” the officer said,
beaming with obvious pride and devotion. “I just love him to bits.”
My day was made.
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