While Rainie and I were shopping at Trader Joe’s, we were hesitantly approached by two of the store supervisors who asked if they could pet my service dog. My darling girl truly loves men, and as they cooed over her, telling her what a pretty girl she was, Rainie assumed took her favorite position as she melted into the floor and rolled belly up for tummy-rubs. Soon we were enveloped in a circle of people (mostly elderly, since the local retirement community’s bus was parked outside), all sharing dog-stories and memories, while laughing and petting Rainie’s tummy.
A good time was had by all. And Rainie’s smile stretched from ear-to-ear.