JoJo is convinced he’s an 85-pound lap dog. Seriously. More than once, I’ve been sitting in a chair or on the couch when suddenly, he decides he wants to be close — real close. His weight quickly crushes my stomach, making it difficult to breathe until I give him a few quick rubs behind his ears before pushing him down. Even though he was dumped in a remote part of Greenbrier when he was around 9 months old (he weighed more than 60 pounds even then), JoJo is a people dog. He’s now 5 or 6, likes company and goes out of his way to greet strangers. There’s the rub. While people who know more about it than I do figure JoJo is likely a Great Dane/hound mix, the bottom line is that he’s a big, mostly black dog with white socks and a white band of fur around his neck. Oh, and the tip of his tail is white, too. Taking him on walks in Little Rock’s River Market can be a lot of fun. He minds well and doesn’t tug on his leash. When people — especially children — see him trotting beside me, I can tell they aren’t sure what to think. But, it never fails, someone, usually a toddler whose head barely reaches JoJo’s shoulder, starts reaching out to him, I smile, look at the parent to gauge their reaction and, if they say it’s OK, kneel down as the child touches JoJo. Usually, the child’s eyes open wide when JoJo turns to give them a lick with his big pink tongue. Older kids usually want to know his name, ask whether he bites (no) and how much he eats (a lot). JoJo stands steady and patient as the hands glide on his fur. Sometimes, I have to caution the kids to watch out for his huge tail as it thumps back and forth with all the attention. After a few minutes, I continue on our walk, with the kids typically shouting thanks to me and good-bye to JoJo. — Submitted by Glen Chase, Conway