When I take my dogs for a walk, one of them is so friendly, walking up to other people as if she knows them, and demands to be stroked. She's a Staffordshire Bull terrier, and she's getting on a bit.
When she sees somebody - anybody - she approaches them wagging her tail and wiggling her body and I watch the body language of those people. Nine out of ten times they smile and stroke her and we start up a conversation, all because of her.
I find that people tell me all sorts of things, especially much older people sitting on benches who now suddenly have someone to talk to, and they tell me where they have been and what they had for lunch, how many grandchildren they have, what dogs they used to have. My little dog is like an ambassador for goodwill.
Because of her breed the odd person won't have anything to do with us and that is fine, but as for the rest, well my walk ends up lasting for a whole lot longer, and I have found myself really looking forward to our daily get togethers.
Yesterday our walk took over an hour. It was lovely. Some people stopped and showed me the birds they had spotted on their camera, and I spoke to a very elderly couple about Acer trees and where we have them in our gardens.
Life is a privilege. Sometimes we forget that.
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