You know, I should be a little miffed at someone sneaking fiction into casual conversation, but it was a fun ride lol.
Legit though, I think most people can tell whether you're looking at their face, their boobs, or their dog. For one, most people aren't grinning and making baby talk to boobs. I do, but only my wife's.
Back before my little girl went off to whatever goodness awaits perfect dogs, as antisocial as I am, as much as I hate talking to strangers, I could always tell whether someone was smiling at me or my dog, even if I couldn't see their eyes. There's an openness and joy when people that like dogs smile because of a dog that even the happiest and most friendly of humans won't give for another person.
I have resting psycho face, but when I see a dog and start smiling, even little old ladies can tell I'm not a threat.
Yeah, some people can fake it, but still.
After my girls died, it took me a while to see other dogs and not cry. It still makes me sad sometimes, and it's been almost two years since the one passed, but most of the time, I see a dog and get that goofy grin on my face the way I have since I was a kid.
As a side note, some dogs do have blue-ish fur. My girl had what's called a blue merle coat pattern as part of her fur coloration, and it really does look blue in most light, the same as the blue colors of other breeds. It's really pretty.
I slept in the floor with my girl the last few weeks. Couldn't do it all the time, and she didn't always want to cuddle as she got closer to the end, but sometimes she would get scared and need company to sleep well. But she wouldn't stay in the bed, so floor it is.