Leaving a friend’s flat this afternoon I saw a truly miniscule dog. in a pink and orange sweater. despite my usual loathing for large rats posing as canines I couldn’t help but smirk at this one, which broadened to a full on smile upon seeing its rather matching owner, a little old lady of the glowing knowing can’t knock down type slowly working her way down the hall. she looked at me, returning my smile, then cocked her head and said without question,
“You’re not Hungarian.”