The dog on the corner looks exactly like my late dog Coco - a black and tan Shiba Inu with a foxy face, alert eyes. and a very curly tail. I look at her and say "Hi!" very excitedly, like you do with all cute dogs. But she's a Shiba Inu, so she doesn't give a shit
about me - I'm not her person, or related tangentially to her person in any way, so I effectively don't exist, and she ignores me.
The light changes, she crosses the street with her owners without a backward glance, and she's gone.
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