I was blessed with a close encounter recently with someone's pet Border Terrier.
The human and the pet dog, both females, strolled up the sidewalk.
When I came close to them, I said,
"That looks like a Border Terrier."
"It IS a Border Terrier," came the reply.
And upon inquiring, I learned that the kennel from which the dog came
is barely one mile down Main Street!

She was a lovely youngster, three years old according to the owner.
She sniffed one hand out of curiosity,
and then, much like a pet cat,
she brushed the side of her head against my hand.
I was charmed.