it was a fine morning. mister ran up to a girl and she smiled and petted and said i don't think he's s'posed to do that. do what, i asked. run up to people, she said. oh, he assumes everyone's friendly like him i said mild frostily. and shut your judging hole, i said, sotto vocelly. 
then we stepped lightly over the ground the 3 haters trod on us last week and reached the blessed happy birders on the island who pointed out a longeared owl dozing in a pine, with a murder of crows gathering around cawing.
then the long beach of ectasy and dune and back to a sparse and lightsome civilization of random familiars voicing happy new year softly and sincerely.

a good doug dog day.