How do you know she doesn’t speak?

Just because she has never spoken to you?

She’s the canine who occasionally comes to Starbucks with her coffee-drinker buddy. She lays on the terrace close by the entrance of the store and loves to greet people. She grew on the regulars.

“Where’s Ginger?” they occasionally ask.

For the past year, she would visit several times a week, stays in her usual corner, and experience the seasonal transformation of that space: the hot days, the humid, the cold, the wet, and the pleasant.

Three years ago, she saw those humans, walked towards them, and decided to stay. And that was that. I don’t think she gave them a choice. She adopted her people. According to the vet, she was one-year-old at the time.

When she’s not relaxing at Starbucks, she tags along with her people.

Family picture

She loves to hang around boy scouts

“I love the woods. I love the woods. Those boy scouts are something!”

“After a long camp with them, I’m totally beat.”

Her morning and evening walks

“Are we leaving yet?”

“I like when I get the whole village square for myself at 6 am.”

“Have you met Red Cross volunteers? They take care of humans. I get to have fun with them.”

She likes to tease

She hates felines

Loves humans, some other canines, but hates cats.

“I don’t hurt them. I just like the chase.”

She rides all over Lebanon

“Sometimes, I just get too dizzy. And this human keeps rolling on and on for hours!”

She’s put to work

“I think with them; I help them with projects; and I occasionally tele-bark.”

After a very long winter day

“While they’re sipping wine,…”

Where did my puppies go?

Jealous? Who’s jealous?

The bitch can dance

It looks like they’re speaking. No?

“I’m trying to tell him. No bath. No bath. I hate water. Please!”

Ginger at Starbucks: Hold the coffee.

Sniffing the action and making friends with Cooper.