I saw the new dog who lives across the street again. While a less excellent dog than myself, he is polite and circumspect, unlike his bark-o-matic next door neighbor. I believe he contains chow elements. We exchanged glances only. I am still not sure how I feel about him.
This weekend she needs to bring me across the street so I can sniff where this dog walks. And make me oven-fresh cookies and bring me to Petco to see the cats. Alice gets fresh cookies all the time. And Hazel has her own cat.