But it was not to be.
I asked him to come in for a cup of coffee after we had been to a meeting together.
Misty, the alpha Poodle, greeted him with her usual “I love you, I love you, welcome to my home” little Poodle dance. I turned around just in time to see him put his hand on her face and push her away.
I thought her feelings might be hurt, but she just smiled at him and said,
“Oh, you are SO history.”