Mistaken Identity

A few weeks ago I went on a walk and met a man with a beautiful dog named Pumpkin (names have been changed to protect the innocent canine). We talked for a bit and the man told me how she was a wonderful friend and that he enjoyed and needed her companionship. I sat and petted and played with the dog. I’m no veterinarian, but it became increasingly clear to me that “she” was certainly NOT a “she,” if you get my drift.  I considered telling the man, but I didn’t have the heart.