we meet cody after a couple creeps pass who say their dogs don't like dogs off leash. we ignore them beautifully, silently, they don't say anything again. we met cody seven years ago with the father i haven't seen in several. i don't ask. she says mister's so calm, he follows you, so calm. i feel blessed i tell her. she worries about cody pulling her or her daughter down on the ice. she wonders how to get cody calm like mister. i can't explain how. it's like it happens like dreaming, though it happens like work. i say some dogs, you know, well he's a buddha. all goldens have buddha nature. i see she doesn't see the way i do. she thinks i'm just using words like metaphors. i say a harness might help, but she points to the prong collar, it helps, it hurts, i don't say, i see him pull, even with pain. 
i could never imagine mister in a prong collar, how that would ever occur to be a solution. a prong collar on buddha no. i say maybe when he gets older, sigh, when his strength diminishes. it's all a mystery. time is like dreaming. this waking is how we characterize dreaming. we either know or we don't know. no one can tell anyone how to dream, yet mister told me how to tell myself.