Unguarded

The dog is getting all kinds of attention at the green market today, but I finally manage to pull her away from her adoring fans and up the hill towards the exit.

As we pass a couple of grocery bags full of delicious-looking vegetables, a small voice pipes up, "Don't let her eat all of my food."

The food is guarded, I now notice, by a little blond boy, who eyes the doge warily as I quickly reassure him that she won't eat his food.

Apparently satisfied, he squats down in the dirt and, smiling, shrugs as he says, "So what now?"