In Xingcheng I took an early morning solo stroll down modern city allies to the ancient city wall. I made it inside before the kitschy shops opened and the noisy crowds gathered - ah, peace! Down one what we might call an alley but in Ming Dynasty China was a real street a local canine was waiting at its gate for re-admittance. My legs were just another early morning stroller's legs. Panting and waiting. Waiting and panting. But then pooch looked up. It saw my big nose (I think dogs are color blind so we can't blame my blue eyes). It panicked, reared up and pounded its front paws on the gate of wait. The gate popped open and the pooch ran for the safety if its owner's courtyard.
Children and dogs cry or flea at my visage. Aren't I special.