The Lean

 Leaving work of an evening is always nice. 

Leaving work and meeting up with your favourite horse-shaped dog is even better.

I love it when I spot Riggs. 

Riggs has equine genes. He's song sort of mastiff-cross. Short-haired, brindle coated and not an animal you'd want to see on the other side of a fence which you're trying to jump. He looks a bit mean. His owner is rather scruffy. And he often takes him for a walk at the time I'm escaping from the office. He also says that he's the best guard dog he's ever owned. 

We've seen each other a few times now. I get all mushy, because it's a dog and I like to say hello to every dog I meet in the street (and cat, horse... you name the animal, I'm there) .

Last night on leaving the office, Riggs and his owner we're walking down the footpath. 

I stopped. 

"You, again."

"Yep."

"Do you want a pat?"

"Only if he's amenable."

He spoke to Riggs. "Do you want a pat off the nice lady?"

And Riggs walks over and leaned against my legs, looked up at me and demanded pats.

Made my day, that did. 

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