Monday, August 17, 2009


Around 9:15 tonight, I took my dog out for a quick stroll down the street. She found a particularly interesting spot in the grass to sniff. As I stood on the sidewalk holding the red leash, I heard the sweet tinkling of a metal wind chime down the road somewhere, and from across the empty lot separating my street from the next, a woman called out — for her own dog, I imagine — "Come on, Baxter," and clapped her hands twice.

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