On 80th Street, a group of dog walkers approached me, with maybe 25 large dogs. I noticed, as they came closer, each dog in turn would glance to the side, then edge away, tail down.
When I got to where they had been looking, I saw this guy. Perfectly still, perfectly calm. He wasn't bothered by packs of dogs going past, and he wasn't concerned when someone wanted to take his portrait.
4 years ago
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