Dutch was already kind of ramped up, because at dusk, when we were walking home, I saw three people standing in the sidewalk, and crossed the street to avoid them. Because my dog bites people. But the people, who turned out to be three teenaged boys wearing white button-down shirts and ties, crossed the street to follow me and tried to engage me in conversation. "Hello!" they called. "You out walking the dog? What kind of dog is that? Is that an Australian Shepherd?"