Zuzu, Lot and I spend our Tuesdays at Pope John Paul Park, walking Pup Ratzinger. While Zinger is great with humans, he has a specific code about what types of dogs he'll get a long with. He hates puppies, Mastiffs, any variation of Wolf or Huskie, and German Shepherds.
Today, the only dogs he really got along with were a trio of pugs. The three pugs were a mother, father, son grouping who all looked alike. Little flat nosed, chub pugs. About a half hour after we saw the pugs, Zinger made friends with a mutt hound. The mutt's owner was a woman on rollerblades. Zuzu explained "It's really weird how Zinger likes your dog. He's been a brat all day. Barking at everyone. Such a brat. The only ones he got along with were these three little black pigs."
"I think they're triplets." The woman on the rollerblades said.
"No, they're a mother, son and father."
"Oh, the pug dogs." The woman said.
"I thought you meant..." and then she looked off in the distance where three young black children were playing in the grass. "Gotta go."
Apparently, Hell beckoned.