But alas, when you have a dog as adorable as the Moo-man who is committed to winning over the entire neighborhood with his charm, eventually the couple stopped to admire him. I smiled, and answered the usual questions about him. ("We have no idea what breed he is. Our vet said it's the first dog he doesn't have a good guess for.", "We think he is about 5 years old." "No, he doesn't shed at all.", "We got him from a rescue.", "He doesn't bite, has never messed in the house, and his worst habit is he likes to give kisses.", "Yes, he is the most wonderful dog in the universe.") They mentioned they were here visiting their son who lives in the neighborhood, and from there we began chatting. We talked about the weather (it is hot!), their farm back home, the way southerners talk, pets, families, adoption, and church. We stood there and talked for almost an hour.
I doubt I will ever run into this nice couple again, but the hour I spent chatting with them about this and that totally changed my mood. I headed home feeling lighter, more energized, and just...happier. Nothing we talked about changed any of the circumstances in my life, but talking about nothing changed the way I felt. I am not as extroverted as I used to be, but tonight I was reminded that there is something wonderful about people.