I have never seen a happier dog than Brenda walking down the street in between Belisa and me. Wiggling like a little piglet (as we affectionately call her), we thought she'd get whiplash from flipping her head back and forth between us in such a crazed manner. Instead of just wagging her tale, Brenda's entire body moved simultaneously like those wooden snakes that move on their own if held in mid air parallel to the ground.
It was really a sight to see. The three of us trotting down a busy Manhattan street at rush hour. One dog so happy she was almost hyperventilating and two women so happy to have made a dog so happy they were almost crying.
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