Hark! Hark! Hear my tale of sights heretofore unseen. It was only this very morning while strolling along the bricklaid esplanàde when, would you know, upon looking up from the Facebook, I caught sight of small furry friend of man. The twinkle in its eye lit a similar glint in my own, and on I walked, abiding by my own business.

Yet HARK! Nary two paces further down that self same esplanàde did I encounter another exemplar of man’s modern dominion over the ancient beasts of the cave. Wagging its tail, it spat upon my shoe and mounted, sexually, my leg, in a manner unbecoming even the rudest of diplomats, and so the glint in my eye diminished, though every so slightly.

It was a half-block further, upon encountering the third of these fur-laden tykes, however, that I regained doubly my air of enthuse; a SNIFF! How darling its breath upon my outstretched hand, how deep mine own desire to be held in high esteem by its innocent eyes. A great day, indeed, does lie ahead. Count yourself samely, dear reader, if you find yourself in any such congruent case. It is with candor and whimsy upon my tongue that I say, many dogs line these Georgetown thoroughfares, and they may just bless your day as they have mine.