7:30 January 17, 2009 Canandaigua, NY
Temperature: 21 degrees Wind: SSE 9 mmh
I let her out. Undaunted.
Not much new snow, lots of wind.
She saunters, sniffs casually.
Spies something.
Someone is out shoveling
in their pajamas and coat.
… what are they thinking?
She returns to sniffing and searching.
Her tail like a semaphore signaling planes,
her fur wind-blown, in no hurry.
I watch the shovel-er.
Does he like to shovel more than I?
Evidently. I am not out.
No, not shoveling.
He’s getting his paper
and scurrying back inside.
She begins to circle. One, two, three.
She’s looking worried. Six, seven, eight.
Still not right. Nine, ten—Ah.
Another paper retriever sortie
She’s done. I don’t need to call her.
She races for the door.
I let her in. So proud of herself.
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