Two children, a boy and a girl about eight or nine, were approaching them, taking up the whole sidewalk. It looked like they were talking while they looked right at Raven.
I hurried.
"Is that your server dog, miss?" the boy asked just as I got within earshot.
"Service dog, dumb dumb," the girl scolded him.
I knew they were brother and sister by the sister's comment, but they looked really close in age.
"Service dog, whatever," the boy told his sister before looking back at Raven.
I was behind her, so I couldn't tell what her expression was, but she leaned down closer to them.
"Yes, he is. How did you know?"
"Can we pet him?" the boy asked.
Boston looked nervous. He seemed to know people weren't supposed to bother him when he was working. He put up with it if he had to, but I could
