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!