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Allie has known that Something is up for a couple of days now. Although it's been up to 105 degrees out, she's been dancing a little jig as we walk around the block, anticipating the fall weather, and indeed, it cooled down by 20 degrees today. She fluffed out her coat, put that sparkle in her eye, and charged ahead, insisting that we take the long walk all the way around the playing fields and beyond.

A little girl came out of her house as we walked past, all pigtails and teeth and dwarfed by her backpack. She immediately stretched out both arms in a passionate gesture and cried out, "doggie! good doggie! Mommy, I want that doggie!" Note that Allie undoubtedly overtopped her. Her Mom said to her sharply, "that's a German Shepherd, they're not very nice," and dragged her off to the car. I barely managed to call out loudly, "Alaskan Malamute!" before the kid disappeared in the cavernous SUV, crying out "doggie!" the whole time. Meanwhile, Allie was rolling her eyes at the child, tossing her head, ears pricked up, tail swishing brightly, white paws flashing high, giving her the full treatment. How she loves to be the object of adulation!

I hope the kid heard me. Everyone has to meet their first Malamute, an experience akin, I assume, to being hit by a small, perfectly formed bolt of lightning. It changes you for life, and she will hopefully remember Allie when one day she is selecting her own first dog.