i made a whirly-gig from a stick and a piece of driftwood.

mister was intrigued. 

today in the model yacht pond a dogpile erupted and little bailey was the loudest. it was like an initiation for the new dog visitor. i said wow, bailey was raisin cain. on the way home a lady raised her cane and set her face for battle and uncharacteristically mister didn't seem interested, or afraid. i said he's friendly, she said well, i'm not, i said you're not friendly? she said not when it comes to dogs. but he's a sweet dog, it don't matter she said, shrugging, her cane between her outstretched hands like a hoofer.