I was eating lunch and reading on a bench outside my office when I felt someone poke me in the kidneys. I dropped the book and looked to my right while something small and furry jumped onto my left leg. We hung out for a bit, he tried to get a bite of my sandwich (success! If I get dog flu, we all know why) and apple (unsuccessful), and then his older friend came over, too. The little guy ran off somewhere, so me and the older dog hung out for a bit—sharing stories and scratching ears.
