I’m writing this on my eighth consecutive day aboard a cruise ship crossing the Atlantic Ocean. I’ve been trying to institute the make-eye-contact-and-smile policy myself. Usually I throw in a nod, too.
One of the dogs here is a rescue. His previous owners had him debarked. He’s a big dog and would have had a big bark. He still tries to bark now, but all that comes out is a hoarse whisper and bad breath. I don’t think he realizes that he’s lost that canine essence. I’m not sure he knows anything’s amiss. Easy to pity such a creature, but it’s not just dogs that get debarked.