don’t give up

I taught my dog to stop on a dime. I used to think she didn’t have two brain cells to rub together, and I still don’t think she’s that smart, but she can definitely stop on a dime. I walk her early in the morning, down by the East River. My favorite part is when the path slides down so close to the water, you can touch it. It winds between wild grass and willow trees with the daffodils showing up the way unexpected guests do. I’ve never had feelings for a daffodil, but I could live with violets forever. An old lady saw my dog do her trick and said, “Very smart. Let me try.” “Oh, God,” I thought. She called out, “WAIT!” And the dog stopped. “Lucky,” she said. Exactly. When I go to work, I always feel lucky when it comes out the way it’s supposed to.

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