âWhat a cute boy!â said the stranger.
âWho, me?!?!?â Fido asked, blushing.
The stranger walked over to Fido, who was blissfully sitting under a table at last weekendâs âMammoth Rocks/A Taste of the Sierraâ festival in the Village. He was manning the booth for the paper.
âAre you the dog in the paper all the time?â she said.
âThatâs me!â Fido said, and he wagged his stump.
âWant to hear a story?â Fido said to the woman.
âWhy, yes, Fido,â she responded. âI love stories.â
Fido wormed his way from beneath the tableânot an easy thing to do for a big, red, 80-pound chow mix.