My money is on the small, black one.
This might be one of the reasons why Blue doesn’t play well with others. He’s used to running over Pugs and Werm and they just tell him off. He likes it and they don’t seem to mind, aside from the snarling and yapping. Given how excited they are when I pull up, I think they have a certain affection for big lug. When he tries that nonsense on a stranger dog, both the dog and owner freak out, which is why I keep him on a leash except when walking with Tabby and her mongrels.
It was such a gorgeous day, supposedly our last day on earth. Spending it outside, watching eagles hunt and the dogs frolicking … well, it seems okay to me.