One of the oddities of pandemic life I commented on in the first couple of weeks was the way social distancing kept people from interacting with each other’s pets. It was particularly noticeable in Wrigleyville where it sometimes feels like the pet to human ratio is about 1:1. I didn’t really realize how much I loved those moments where I’d run into someone on their walk with a small puppy who bounded up to say hi to me until they were gone. It was a momentary connection with a friendly furball and by proxy, their human, that made my day a little better.
Sara’s Diary, Day 52 without baseball: Pets
