Bentley was intent on stalking the gophers in the park and hadn’t seen Shimmer and I until we had almost passed. Once he did, he clowned and barked and raced about us as if he were a one dog circus. His guardian barely looked up from the book he was reading to acknowledge us.
I asked a few questions about Bentley and if I could take a picture of him.
“Does he like having his picture taken?”
“Maybe,” was the reply.
It turned out, he did.