I just ran into Brandy yesterday, but I just had to rush him to press. I actually ran into a whole bunch of awesome dogs yesterday, who will be showing up here shortly: a cuddly 9-month-old min-pin/Jack Russell mix, a Chihuahua/Boston terrier in a bag, an inquisitive bichon/cavalier, and a border collie/springer spaniel with the softest fur ever.
Brandy, though. Brandy’s a 6-year-old golden retriever, but he’s tiny. I almost thought he couldn’t be pure golden. But his attitude is pure gold: he absolutely adores being tied up outside a restaurant on Polk Street, because he gets to watch all the people! And some of those people even stop to pet him! But (and I really wish I had some pictures of this) his favorite thing in the world to do is hold hands. If you pet him, he lifts up his paw and paws the air like he wants to shake, and if you take his paw, he just mugs and grins like it’s the greatest thing ever. Oh. My. God. So adorable.