A Saturday ago: outside noisy (Pride Parade + Saturday!) Prospect Park in Brooklyn: Faith and I are waiting for Jeff to pick us up. A little girl (7 or 8?) with a beautiful rainbow painted on her face, asks if she can pet Faith. Her mom gives her permission. The little girl gives Faith a heavy, awkward touch on Faith's butt. "Can I walk away now?" She asks her mother. Mom says yes.
The little girl goes a few yards, and the mother spells out the word "A-U-T-I-S-M." Mom and I talk a little about the girl, and how she used to be afraid to even touch a dog--but now they are thinking about getting one.
The little rainbow girl comes back, and I, and another random guy from Brooklyn, proceed to give the little girl a workshop on dog petting. Meanwhile, Faith, once the most anxious dog in the world, proceeds to lie down on the busy Brooklyn sidewalk while the little girl pets Faith and her mom takes a picture. The little girl says she would like a dog exactly like Faith.
I think this is one of the best days of my entire life.