25th
September
2015
A tail proxy
Out for a wander with the dog, just as things get dark enough to leave you wondering: are there wild ones in the woods? We hear them, we see traces, the dog is on edge. Only a matter of time before the first face-to-face takes place. Should I wave and greet, pretend to be invisible, or high-tail it for safety (assuming the dog agrees to proxy his tail on my behalf)? So much new about our lives, after three decades in suburbia.
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