I noticed the proud owners of the gregarious and diverting dogs acted differently than people in most other social situations. They introduced their dogs to Grace and vice versa, but not themselves. They swapped stories about their dogs’ personalities and redeeming qualities. It was a curious to me that they seemed less interested in us than our convivial companions. It wasn’t like, “so what do you do for a living?” It was more like, “so what does your dog do for a living? What breed? It’s character and personality?” There was no exchanging of names with the other people, but we knew every dog's name in the park within 15 minutes.
Friday Night Lights ... dance on the water.
Breakfast and More ... food