a random encounter

I had never met you before. And it couldn't have been food: I wasn't carrying or promising any. What, then, made made you follow me all the way from Elliot's Beach to 2nd Avenue, Besant Nagar, where I had parked? This much I do know: your friendly muzzle in my cupped hands, your eager paws up on my chest as you strained to lick my face, your wagging tail and eager whimpers as I fondled your ears and stroked your forehead - these gladdened my day and lifted my spirits as nothing or nobody else could have. Thank you.