I have a rescue poodle and, appropriate to the house I live in, a rescue dust ball.
Well well, look who's here. It's little Madame Alexander's Mexican doll.
She brought her dust ball too. They sniff noses.
"How come you don't have any shoes?" I ask her. "And where's your chihuahua?"
"Kerry lost my shoes 45 years ago," she says, "and dust balls are much easier than chihuahuas."
"Do you mind showing me your passport?"
"Shut up Barbie! Now you're just being mean! You know I only have a green card! Come on Polvo, vamanos!! Let's go play with Taliban Barbie. She's much nicer than you!!"
And so it goes.