"Ooooh, it's a corgi/husky hybrid!" says the enormous, blocky-looking nerd with the round head. He's referring to Coco, who resoundingly ignores him on her beeline to her favorite tree to pee. I say "nerd" advisedly, not as a pejorative: he's a shambling stack of lumpy cubes with a sphere perched on top, wearing a suit jacket over a t-shirt with a molecule on it (without googling it, I'm going to say caffeine, just to look at him), and a goofy, earnest expression beneath his buzzcut hairdo.
When I gently correct him that Coco is, in fact, a Shiba Inu, he says, "Oh, I am familiar with the breed."
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