Her hair is dyed the same orange as her flaming chow chow dog. Who knows which one came first?
Dog and mama are both smiling, chow chow in a silly way and mama in a happy, goofy way that make her wrinkles all but disappear from her face. Chow chow approaches the glass window wall where a graceful, black Labrador is staring back with interest.
Mama translates eagerly on behalf of chow chow. “You want to be friends? Yes, of course, we can be friends! That would be so much fun!”
Mama considers chow chow’s reflection in the glass.
“Who wouldn’t want to be friends with this gorgeous creature?” she mutters to herself. They’ve just returned from a salon visit, you see, so chow chow dog’s volume has been fairly tripled in size.
This friendship will require confirmation from the lab (and owner, perhaps); as mere passerby, we can only wish all parties involved the best possible of connections!
