The universal language of 'dog'

A couple days ago, Scott and I headed into Munich city with the lamb to run a few errands. We stopped off at Deutsche Bank in Marienplatz and Scott ran inside to the ATM while the lamb and I waited on the front steps. Opposite from us, stood a burqa-clad Islamic woman with a sweet little pre-school aged girl. She seemed very interested in lamb and eventually drug her mother over to us to to say hi and give a pet. A few seconds later she ran around the corner and came back with three or four other little ones who also wanted to get in on the puppy action. Before I knew it, not only did I have at least ten little ones clambering for a chance to touch lamb, but I also had now four or five burqa-clad women with their iPhones whipped out taking photos and video of all this. The best came when Scott emerged from the bank and looked down, jaw dropped, to see me laughing hysterically in the midst of all this chaos. We managed to disrupt foot traffic on one of the busiest sidewalks in all of Munich and, despite the language and cultural barrier between us, that may always be one of my favorite moments in our new home.