It’s been a drizzly and cloudy evening, now that Southeast Arizona is in the midst of the only wet time of year, the brief Monsoon Season. It’s such a nice change from the relentlessly sunny and dry days of early June.
I was out walking, just before dusk, when I happened across a couple of men walking a massive dog which outweighed either of them.
I was amazed; I exclaimed, “What kind of dog is that?!”
“He’s a brindled English Mastiff.”
The other man said, “I’m not sure who is walking whom!”
The dog was the size of a small pony. I peered at its wrinkled self-satisfied face. What would it be like to have a pet which out-weighed you?