This past weekend, my family and some friends were camping at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon in an area with only a few other people around. The one trio of people we met had a dog with them, and he was a delight. They walked by our campsite when we were playing cards in the shade.
Meatball, a friendly Boston Terrier, wandered over to us, and his people called, “Meatball!” to encourage him to return to them. All of us in the card game immediately called out greetings of welcome to Meatball and he popped over to visit with us instead. (The one person in our group who was napping at the time was very puzzled that we were all suddenly saying, “Meatball!” in ridiculously cheery voices.)
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