I sat on the bench next to the co-op and opened the first pack of tic-tacs. Tilting back my head, I filled my mouth up and began to crunch through the minty capsules. After I had finished my second pack, I became aware I was being watched. I turned my head slowly to look at the dog tied to the railings beside me.
"Hello!" I offered enthusiastically. Must be a sugar rush...
The dog looked at me sadly, but didn't respond. After a moment, he tilted his head to one side and looked at me wisely. I ate another packet of tic-tacs, by which time the dog had returned to washing his balls.
"What's it like being a dog?" I asked. I wouldn't normally, but I was interested.
He sat silently, thinking. A bus passed nearby, stopping to allow a few bored kids and an old lady off. When they had passed, the dog looked at me again.
"I'm not a dog." He replied, "Can I have a tic-tac?"
I got up and left. He was a bad dog, and would get no treats from me.