Steve and I walked Brix and Demi 2-1/2 miles after dinner this evening, chatting with folks every now and then. I've seen research studies where dog walkers have many more social interactions per day than walkers without dogs.
There's something acceptable about talking with a stranger who's dog friendly. One woman pulled over in her car to stop us because her dog was lost and she was obviously distressed. We watched for Gus the entire distance, but he never crossed our path. Hopefully she had already found him.
Earlier today we voted in the California primary election and later went to a tea with a dozen friends. I seem to be gradually crawling out of my hole, have you noticed?