To share or not to share? I sat on a bench with Boris, a 2-year-old 87-pound Rottweiler-Labrador Retriever mix and asked his opinion.
It was a nice autumn evening, near closing, and a breeze blew in my face. Boris stood before me, accepting my affectionate petting. We were not resting because of tiredness, or because he was difficult to handle. On the contrary, he was a dream. He was a stray, but his good manners showed that he had been well-trained and socialized.
Our bench was tucked behind the front parking lot, with woods behind us and a strip of green that led the pavement. We could move to benches that flanked the shelter entrance. That way, visitors could meet Boris as they entered or exited.
What were the odds? Slim for entries, given the hour, and based on the few cars in the parking lot, not a whole lot better for exits. Did Boris have a preference? He moved closer, sat sideways and flopped into me.
Maybe next time. ©