wind of mr.

you can't see the wind but you can see the wind of mr. this morning he was tied up by  poodle and corgi like gulliver by lilliputians and he stood there smiling good naturedly. this afternoon he was assailed by a bonkers family pack of poodles at the hedgerow and he silently veered over and stood on the verge waiting bestilled til the raucous clump trailed off. he's become a beaming boddhisattva in his golden years. love mister boy.