There's a group of men and their dogs who regularly walk along the bluffs together on Saturday mornings. As I approached one of those dogs last weekend, his owner warned, "He doesn't like to be sniffed."
Such a simple articulation; such a profound truth: Some of us like to be sniffed, and some of us don't.
Respect those differences, and world peace will be within our ambit.
Can't we all just get along?
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