When we humans meet as strangers, we make quick assessments. When we meet a potential life friend, we know it pretty fast.
The older we get, the more selective we get because as Kate said last week, "We've only got about this much time left"--showing how much with her fingers measuring about half an inch.
In the big picture of the universe, that's certainly true, even if we still have a decade or two or three left.
But dogs don't know all that. They don't look for signs of political allegiance (bumper stickers, etc). They don't care about age, infirmity, color, beauty, or breed.
When Luci sees a dog she leaps toward the stranger. They sniff each other and wag their tails. They kiss each other's tongues--a potential playmate, oh boy oh boy!
Luci and Francesca met at the car wash. Francesca is a wooly Shih-tzu. I let Luci off her leash in the lobby and she was euphoric. The attendant gave them treats.
It was Best Friend Land until Francesca came over and let me pet her. Then Luci leaped to my feet as if it was emergency. She cuddled up against my leg possessively. This is Luci-speak for "That's my person!"
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