Lefty was only part Spitz. Her tail curled up, and she was about Max’s height, maybe two-and-a-half feet. Actually, she looked a bit like the dog you’ll find in old Neil Young photos from his Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere days. Just a friendly white dog who lived to love her people.
Probably most proud of just getting it done – I wasn’t sure I would finish way back when I started.
Your hair is longer than I
remember, and hints of gray are hiding
in its curves.
Remember when you said of a story, “Wow, that sounds like it really happened”? In this instance, we’re not referring to verisimilitude, the appearance or semblance of truth in writing, but to an entire story that feels, on an emotional level, like it could have taken place because some aspect of it did.