Encounters with small dogs

I was happy to encounter my old consigliere, Bruno, at the bluffs the other afternoon.

       

We had a few moments to sniff each other and catch up, but then Bruno had to leave.

It's not easy for me to get into a social mood, so I didn't want to waste the moment.  I squared my shoulders and moved on to find another small dog I could socialize with.

Fortuitously, I immediately encountered a petite dog with an eastern-sounding name -- Satchi? Sushi? -- who was receptive to my friendship.  We played for a while near his owner.

 

But then Satchi, too, had to leave.

Before they left, his owner took some photos of us together.  Maybe Satchi's a sentimental guy like I am. 

 

I wonder whether he, too, spends hours poring over his photo albums.