Winston

Pulling out of my driveway this morning I see a man...and a dog. Looking suspiciously like a schnauzer, I'm compelled to pull over and and inspect the little critter up close and personal. Sure enough it is a schnauzer. Black with a little white on his chest, he could be my Maggie's long lost brother. 

Tugging firmly on his leash (he knows a good thing), he insist on greeting me. Apologizing, Dad tried to reel him back to him. Oh, but I insisted on petting handsome pup, and he let me. He even seemed to enjoy my attention. 

Asking if I could pick him up, after an affirmative nod from Dad, he was quickly in my arms, and giving me an abundance of schnauzer sugars. 

Dad and I exchange schnauzer stories. There isn't a dog I don't like and I've yet to run across a dog who doesn't like me. Schnauzers though, they're human. I'm not going to argue with you. It's just fact. 

Finally I let him down, and I head to work. 

Winston made my morning. He and Maggie would get a long well. 

Later, Winston.