5.12

A white and black spaniel type

on her owner’s leash, prances

down the hill from the big houses

neighborhood toward Tobey and I.

Is your dog friendly... should we

cross over to say hello. He’s

had a couple of seizures, the put-off

response from the leggy blonde.

Tobey and I walk on by on the other side

like the Samaritan story priest, except that

these want us to pass. Not purebred enough.

Not having seizures either.

I think I sense a pattern.