What's yours called?

Yesterday afternoon, Luke and I were sitting on our doorstep watching the world go by. As Luke bounced himself vigorously on his "bouncy" chair holding his banana toy with all his might, I sat contented reading a cooking magazine. Suddenly, out of thin air I heard a fire truck approaching our way with its deafening sirens ringing fiercely. I stood up, took a couple of steps toward the footpath and looked at the direction that they were heading expecting to see smoke and flames. Unanticipatedly, a man walking his little 8 year old black chihuahua said " we called them because there is a small fire at Buena Vista park, but I think it's been put out by other passers by...you know maybe people camping at the park caused it...trying to get warm"...before I could say anything he said "this is cookie...here give her a treat and she will be your best friend forever!"...he extended his thin shaky hand and handed me a doggie treat...How could I refuse as I'm interested in expanding my social network?! I took it, cookie jumped up drooling for it and ate it passionately..."cute dog" I said as I observed cookie eating her treat....the thin man suddenly asked "what's yours called?" as if Luke were also a dog. Surprised I responded, "Luke". He then said "he's cute too", I nodded in agreement...."I have no treats for him...sorry" I replied, to what he said "that's o.k."...I smiled and asked his name "Pilaf"..."nice to meet you, I'm Ana"..."nice to meet you too" he said a little agitated, evidence that he prefered to talk about cookie and not himself. I turned back to my pet and waved goodbye to cookie and Pilaf. As I sat back down on our doorstep, I turned my gaze to the house across road and noticed the setting sun's glow upon the home..."funny little man" I thought.