MookieAustralian ShepherdAs the "son" of my coworker Cory Stieg , Mookie is kind of famous around the Refinery29 offices. He makes regular appearances on her Instagram, so when I was walking down the street to meet the two of them on a sunny Saturday morning, I felt like Mookie and I were already acquainted.In my mind, Mookie was going to be the perfect wing dog for this experiment. He's fluffy and friendly with a tongue that always seems to hang out of one side of his mouth. He's like the Gerber baby of dogs.Mookie and I went to Prospect Park, which on this day was packed with people. We walked around the lawn for a while while Cory picked a patch of grass to sit down and spy on us. After 10 minutes, I walked by two guys who asked to pet Mookie. With a smile, I said, "Of course!"That's when Mookie sprung into action. He immediately licked the face of one of the guys, and then sat directly on his lap. The guy was enamored. He introduced himself as Steve*, asked a bunch of questions about Mookie, and then turned his attention on to me. There were fireworks between us. After a few minutes, I told them both we should get going, and Mookie climbed off Steve's lap. I waited a beat, hoping Steve would ask for my number, but he didn't. So I said goodbye and walked away totally bummed. Was I striking out completely in this experiment?After about 100 feet, Mookie suddenly decided he wanted to sit, so we found a patch of grass to relax in, and 30 seconds later, here comes Steve walking over with a smile. "Are you seeing anyone?" he asked. "No..." I answered. "Well, could I have your phone number?"Mission. Accomplished.We chatted for a few minutes, said goodbye, and then Mookie and I went to meet Cory — who had seen everything. Steve and I have been texting, we're set to meet up next weekend, and I've told Cory that any time Mookie needs a walk, I will gladly haul my ass from the Upper East Side to do it.*Name has been changed.