Love is a Dog: The Irritating Greeting Edition

I have always poured my love generously and brilliantly only onto dogs. Regardless of my work or friends, I have never once lived a life without a dog. Even if I were only provided with a single can of food or a single bottle of water, I have always shared it happily with my dog. Rain or shine, it is my daily routine to take my dog out of the concrete pipe and walk it twice a day.

“Are you still living like that?” I turned around at the sudden voice to find a large man standing there. Wait, I shouldn't have any human acquaintances. Or, have I met him somewhere?
“Consider this a greeting. Take it.”
He tried to hand me some kind of package.
“No thank you. I have no reason to accept that.”
Then the man laughed heartily
“You haven't changed,”
he said, and walked away.

What is this uneasy feeling? I remembered. It's him. The first dog I ever owned. The dog that taught me that dogs, at least, would never betray me. And the first dog that died. Had he been reincarnated as a human? Suppressing a faint irritation, I whispered a small greeting: “Let's meet again in the life after next.”
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