Otis the pug
This entry is devoted to Otis the pug. I met a number of fun dogs tonight (a St. Bernard, a Welsh corgi, an adorable cockapoo and a sweet cocker spaniel), but Otis had a little story attached.
I was patting Otis while he eagerly sniffed the corner of a building. He was sporting a bright purple leash and halter. His body was like a little sausage. Then he jerked away from me and started barking ferociously.
"It's the sirens and the horns," his owner/mother explained. "They really freak him out. But he's lived in New York his whole life, so it's not like anything new..."
"What a good Otis," I said, contemplating him.
"He's a little bit psycho, actually," she told me.
Regardless of his mental health, his tail was curled tightly...which means he was happy!
I was patting Otis while he eagerly sniffed the corner of a building. He was sporting a bright purple leash and halter. His body was like a little sausage. Then he jerked away from me and started barking ferociously.
"It's the sirens and the horns," his owner/mother explained. "They really freak him out. But he's lived in New York his whole life, so it's not like anything new..."
"What a good Otis," I said, contemplating him.
"He's a little bit psycho, actually," she told me.
Regardless of his mental health, his tail was curled tightly...which means he was happy!
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