This was based on taking my wife's dog, Sandy, on walks around the streets of Clovis just as the sun was setting. Sandy would trot blithely on down the street, tail sashaying in the breeze, completely unbothered about the way she was sending every single dog in Eastern New Mexico into a frenzy.
* If you haven't read Dodie Smith's peculiarly mystical sequel to 101 Dalmatians, then I suggest you do. You'll believe a dog a can fly.
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