I spent years trying to make friends as an adult in LA then the answer barked at me

I have three dogs in my life, and every single one of them is more popular than I am.One is a French bulldog in a wheelchair.Another is a Rottweiler roughly the size of a small refrigerator who terrifies strangers and covers everyone else with slobbery kisses.

The third is an XL bully puppy who is currently being chauffeured around Los Angeles in a velour shoulder bag.All three have thriving social lives.The biggest news, opinion and culture shaping California right now.

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Never miss a story Meanwhile, I have to talk myself into leaving the house.Los Angeles is notoriously difficult when it comes to making friends.People live an hour apart, cancel plans because of traffic, and treat crossing the 405 like an international journey requiring documentation.Apparently none of these obstacles applies if you’re a dog.My Frenchie has wheels, which means she attracts attention everywhere she goes.

People stop to ask about her, admire her little wheelchair and tell me stories about their own pets.My Rottweiler is an enormous ding-dong who approaches life with the unwavering confidence of someone who has never experienced a single moment of self-doubt.He’s never once wondered if someone likes him; he’s too busy licking their face.Then there’s the puppy. Recently, I’ve been helping care for an XL bully puppy who has somehow become the most socially successful member of our extended household.In the span of a few outings, she’s visited a local comic book spot, a pet store and a neighbor’s estate sale.Yes, an estate sale.I went to meet a new neighbor.

The puppy went to become the most popular person at an estate sale.Mission accomplished.Everywhere we take her, people stop.They smile.

They ask questions.They want to hold her, photograph her, tell us about their dogs and explain why they desperately need one ju...