I should note that as we waited for James outside that cafe, the man in line ahead of us turned around at one point and asked if he could pet Fritz (thank you kind sir for asking!). I said of course, and he gave Fritz a few pets before turning back around.
Fritz did not approve.
He sat frozen, boring a stare into the man’s back, willing him to turn around…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Nicholberry Dispatch to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.