So tonight we were almost home and this lady who jogs in the evening around the neighborhood with her husband riding bike by her side came right over to Asia to give the greyhound some attention and to get some.
That never happens to me. In my entire lifetime, I don't think it's ever happened.
It probably never happens to that guy on the bike either.
But it happens to Asia. Often. Not just with women, but with men, teenagers, children, and even toddlers. Even other dogs seem to like her. I've seen cats stop and stare, like they couldn't get their eyes full of her, mesmerized. The dog has that kind of charisma.
Is there any wonder why I am writing about her? I need to study her and glean from her some charm.
However, I'll never look as good, as lean, as sleek as she does. That isn't going to happen.
The feminine mystique. She has it.
I'm guessing my mother in heaven does too.