You meet a dachshund in knitwear, unsure if it’s cosy or cross. It trots with intent, sleeves near puddles, owner beaming. You nod at both as if this is standard. Maybe it is. The dog’s warmer than you, anyway.
You meet a dachshund in knitwear, unsure if it’s cosy or cross. It trots with intent, sleeves near puddles, owner beaming. You nod at both as if this is standard. Maybe it is. The dog’s warmer than you, anyway.