We were doing our usual a.m. perambulation around the lake. A woman was approaching, walking a largish mixed-breed. She stopped to admire Ray and bent down to tell him what a handsome boy he was. Ray, liking her tone, jumped up and gave her a kiss on the lips. The woman laughed and continued on, Gregg turned to look at her as she walked away.
"What are you doing kissing a Phillies fan, Ray?" he said as he read the logo on the back of her sweatshirt.
"It's not like he knew she was a Phillies fan," I said in defense of my dog. "It's not like he can read. He is blind y'know."
"That's true," said Gregg somewhat contritely. "And it could be worse. She coulda been a Yankees fan."
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