Thanks to a reader for sharing their experience:
Having just moved to the northern end of LeDroit Park a few weeks ago, I’ve been told by many to be sure I, “keep my wits about.” The other day while walking my basset mix, a man came up to me completely cutting off my route. “Excuse me,” he said, “But your dog is well-loved. He obviously has someone who loves him and gives him a great life. He’s a great-looking dog, but looks better because he’s happy. I know I’m a stranger to you, but it’s obvious even to someone who’s never met you or your dog. Have a lovely day.”
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