Daisy and I were finishing up our walk when she stopped and pulled me back toward the street toward a woman who looked like she was headed to work.
Daisy, c'mon, I said, pulling her the other way.
But she wasn't having it. She dragged me - something that she rarely does, considering she's 13 years old and has decent leash manners - wagging her tail. She's never this excited to see a stranger, and this stranger didn't have a dog or a pile of porterhouse steaks.
The woman took notice of us. She really wants to say hi, I said.
She knelt down and Daisy ran up to her. Daisy's tail was a blur while she leaned into the woman's legs.
The woman smiled. It's my birthday, she told me. I guess she can tell.