The feral dog needed to be muzzled before he learned to accept a nuzzle.
Unfixed.
His owner’s stride was clearly too wide for her legs.
But, she strode thusly, somehow appearing unhurried.
“How long should our walk run?” she asks him, cracking herself up.
The dog looks up, tongue hanging from mouth, happily.
“And, so it shall be, sweet pup,” she whispers.
An elderly couple stops her.
“Cute dog. May we pet him?”
“Of course. Scratch between his shoulders. Steer clear of his face and haunches,” she replies.
“Not used to strangers yet, huh?” says the old woman.
“You’ll be just fine,” her husband tells the anxious canine.
WrittenCasey 