Last night on our walk we were rounding the last tree-filled bend. Across the road on the alternate sidewalk a handsome, large black and white border collie (named Mitch as it turns out) swaggered by with his mistress. Gloria comes to a full balking, screeching halt, feet splayed in classic mule position, tilts her head and pawsitively bats her eyelashes at him! I am not kidding! He looked astounded (and a little interested), and his mistress laughed and said, "Well, let's see who wins this one!" I finally got Gloria to reluctantly move on, although her head was turned backwards like an owl, and her eyes were still big and highly flirtatious. The Newfie swing was in full gear, and I am not kidding here either! This is SO out of character for her, but maybe she's bored of all this cold, snowy weather??!! Oddly, the dog on the cover of this month's National Geographic looks just like Mitch! It was weirdly embarassing!