on my mind as I walk down the street
I saw a woman feeding her two dogs, whom were attired in plaid vests and seated in a baby stroller, bagels and lox. I wondered what the dogs’ names were, and whether they, like their owner, think they are humans.
Do animals who are excessively doted upon think they are humans?
When less doted upon dogs walk by on leashes do the fancy dogs think, plebeians! Or for that matter, when I walk by in my cat-hair covered sweats do they think, schlub!