"CHICO"

I approached his window as the car reversed. He barked a warning. Or was it a welcome?

"Can I take his picture?" I asked the driver.

She hesitated. Would it be "No"? Then the truth: "I'll be in the picture," she moaned.

I assured her she wouldn't.

She smiled proudly. "Okay. His name's Chico. You know, because he's small."

He was still barking as they drove off. Maybe he didn't want his picture taken either.