I was doing my walk about yesterday and I saw a dog walker friend. She didn't know me without Cricket . That's not very flattering. Now I know the truth. It's Cricket everyone is happy to see. I'm chopped liver. For years, with four kids, I knew that
I was considered chopped liver on many occasions. But I really thought that I had an identity here. I feel a little bad about this, but not so much. I only know the dog's names, not the people attached to the leashes. I guess we are even . It is much easier
for me to remember a dog's name than the owners. There is always a Ben and a Charlie and Sandy. These seem to be popular dog names. No one has a Spot ( we did) or a Rover. We (Cricket and me) met an Ace the other day. I met a new dog in the neighborhood a
few days ago , and for a change, I remember the owners name, but not her dog. Maybe this means that I can look at a person, and know who they are by name, not by what kind of a dog they walk. Sorta validates the human along with the pet.