Charley and I are in the elevator going for his night walk. A man enters. Charley goes over for the obligatory ankle sniffing.
“Thanks. Say hi, Charley.” Pup obediently looks up and wags his tail.
Man smiles, and considers the dog for a moment, in that way people do when they prepare to knowledgeably declare your dog’s breed to you.
“That’s not a shiatsu, is it?”