Friends, Influences

Two streets from the end of my morning run there's a house surrounded by a chain-link fence. Home to two dogs--a big fluffy black shag and a muscular little brown spot.

As soon as I turn the corner they perk, they prep, and once I hit the sidewalk on the corner of their turf they run to the metal. Barking their brains out. They know they can't reach me. They follow me along their confine. Sort of jumping on each other to see who can be closest to the intruder. Yap as a get further and further away.

Yesterday morning the tiny one wasn't there. It was black shag alone, sunbathing on the lawn. He saw me and quietly did not get up.

Goobers.