Redemption

In the dog park woods, our paths cross, and we nod or sniff a greeting depending on our kind and inclinations. Jack Russell nips the lab pups, who have gotten out of some line they don't yet know they're supposed to follow.

"She a old lady," one boy says to the other.

She not deaf yet, though, I think.

"But she fine," says the older man.

Snap! I hope the boys learn as fast as the pups seem to. And I am grateful.

I haven't written because I haven't been very dog-like, alas. Just grind and more grind. Human stuff.

Between then and now, the job I thought was gone was given back at half time, and then on Monday snatched away again. So for two months more I work at this job I love. But perhaps with less enthusiasm. You will excuse me for having no taste for this maybe game.

So I'm back here again, trying to live my life as a dog.  The wild winds of March and the solar flares might have something to do with it. Working with medical students who are daring to write risky things might have something to do with it.

Outside, it is fine indeed. If a little scary.

Sniff and nod, sniff and nod.

They both mean yes. I have no idea what the question is. Does it matter?

Woof!