People react to the puppy in different ways. There are benders, who lean down to tousle her fur. There are kneelers, who have to come down to her level to play. And there are cradlers, who can't let it go with a kneel and come up holding the dog in their arms like a baby. I saw a woman in a nice white sweater kneel and cradle the other day--a rainy day, no less. There are also people who don't interact at all with the dog, but the less said of them the better. Today is an office day for Luna. At lunch she and I walked up South Elm to the historical marker across from
Blumenthal's that shows where Jefferson Davis held a cabinet meeting while fleeing south ahead of the Yankees in 1865 (there was a story that Confederate gold was buried here, but there are probably stories like that everywhere south of Richmond). Then we drove to Osaka's -- Mark, the co-owner, is a cradler -- and picked up lunch. Luna likes shumai.
