Betty and I were playing keep-away in the front yard (her favorite game) when a car pulled up and parked in front of a neighbor’s house. A woman whom I’d never seen before stepped out of the car and spotted Betty. The woman ran over to the fence surrounding my yard and said, “Oh Betty, come on over here. You’re so gorgeous. I love you.” Betty, of course, dashed over to the fence, did her little dance of joy, and took in all of that love.
I stood a good distance away mystified. Yet one more stranger knows about Betty. Why? What is the source of this inscrutable power Betty uses to create so much adoration? Is it the ears? The long nose? The short legs? The deep bark? The hypnotic dance of joy followed by sprinting around in delight? There must be some sort of double-blind scientific experiment that I can do to figure out what is going on. I can’t accept that Betty has a paranormal ability undetectable to science. If she has such an ability, then why hasn’t this loving, gorgeous, and darling of a dog had any effect on me?
