Expectations

My favorite dog in the whole world is an English Springer Spaniel. Had one in another life and consider it the dearest of dogs. So to this day, when I see an English Springer Spaniel on a walk, my heart skips a beat. Not only does it skip a beat, but I look at the dog fondly, and as I approach it, I expect the dog to act as if his/her long lost friend has just reappeared. What in fact happens is the dog, walks on by, not even giving me the time of day, as if I am just another admirer, in a long block of such folks. I’m crushed. The dog is just fine but the owner looks at me with wariness and picks up the pace.