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By Giri Nathan
[vc_empty_space height="15px"]“I’m not comfortable with animals, not even with dogs. I doubt their intentions,” wrote Rafael Nadal in his 2011 autobiography, in what are almost certainly the only lines from anyone’s autobiography that I’ll ever be able to recite from memory. And yet there he was over the weekend, spotted on the streets of Georgetown, holding in one hand some baked goods, and in the other hand, between reluctant pinched fingers, a leash, which was connected to a dog. The dog was sitting and looking up at him. According to its owner, the dog too is named Rafa, in honor of the very man peering down at him with doubts about intentions. Maybe Nadal has changed and accepted an uneasy détente with the animal kingdom.