I was walking Marvel, my corgi, and a car pulled up. The window rolled down and a middle-aged couple waved at me.
I said, “Hi.”
The couple in the car replied, in unison, “Yay, corgis.”
I blinked, and smiled. This is the second time someone pulled over because of my dog. I was less excited about Marvel at that moment because I just finished pulling something out of her mouth I don’t want to think about.
“We are visiting our friends, the Landserberrysons.” Yeah, I don’t remember what they said, I was still in awe of them chanting ‘Yay corgis’ in unison. “Uh, what’s your dog’s name?”
“This is Marvel.” I’m bracing myself because Marvel is fighting the leash at Mach 5. She’s surprisingly strong for her 19 pounds.
They beamed and nodded. “We’ll tell Ed and Stacy we saw Marvel.”
I don’t know Ed and Stacy, but more surprisingly, they knew Marvel. Even though we’ve lived here for over 25 years, I’m pretty sure no one in the neighborhood actually knows my name. Somehow, they all seem to know my dog’s name. I’m okay with that.
“Thanks for stopping to say hi.” I nodded, trying to shoo them off.
After too many smiles and head bobbing, they drove a few feet, turned around, and went back to the main road. They actually followed us down a side road to see my dog. I’m glad Marvel makes people smile, but what-in-the-actual… I should start selling her hair.