looked down. “They look good together.”
“Right,” I said. “So do hers. Let’s leave her in both collars.”
“Yeah!” Victory’s daughter said, and snapped a photo. “I’m posting this.”
“You know she has more followers than I do?” Victory said as we walked DeeDee to the set.
“Your daughter? How is that possible?”
“She’s in this youth choir that has played all over the country. She drives traffic to me.”
The photographer liked the two collars, liked the texture and color it leant the photo.
Victory’s daughter took another picture during the photo shoot.
My dog, Dee Dee, is so cool, the Tweet said. She’s Superdog #2, then just #Superdog.
That photo and the comments were reTweeted by Melody’s friends and Victory and her followers, and then the hashtag Superdog started getting repeated, which just fueled the story. Pet owners raced to post a pic of their own pup so they could claim to be something like Superdog #87. Or Superdog #114. Always they ended it simply #Superdog. Quickly the race ramped up and people were bragging that their dog was in the top thousand, then the top ten thousand. Soon, #Superdog was trending again.
It multiplied and multiplied. And multiplied. And, at least for a while, I felt very, very alive.
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