A cold afternoon playing saxophone in the street with Loba my little dog. I bought her a nice blanket but she'd stepped out of it and stood there shivering. A lady asked me if she could buy a jacket for Loba and 10 minutes later returned with one. Also she bought a plushy dog bed.
The price tags showed she'd spent £50.
Later in The Firestation Café I had to take picture of Loba with her new items. I've never seen her so comfy and relaxed.
The lady, who told me she had recently lost her greyhound, had white hair and wore a white coat which looked like it was composed of feathers. Maybe she really was an angel?