You’re stopped in the street. They want to pat the dog. It’s not unusual. You’re getting used to this. Part of being a dog-owner. Especially when the dog is a puppy. No problem. But these old geezers want the full story. Breed, age, name. Those parts not so unusual. But also what are you feeding it? (Oh and is it a girl or a boy?) And how long have you had it, like when did you take ownership exactly? And how many have you had previously? And any other pets in the house? And how far have you walked today? And as the sun-shower kicks in (for just a bit) the one with the wonky eye starts shouting about how the poor wee thing needs a coat. Oh and where’s its raincoat, see? And where’s it’s coat? And did you forget it? Or don’t even have it yet? And just to show how thorough he really is on this – and several subjects. He starts shouting, “it’s raining ! It’s raining!” And as he does he points to the sky. Since you were probably starting to wonder where all this was coming from.