i was looking at my head in a foot puddle. mister was glad to be in his own territory again, all the scents that accumulate while you're away!, and he stepped with less trepidation and more confidence, plus each day he kept strengthening. i said to him remember last time we walked over this way and you got sick in the alley, that seems so long ago! it was only a week or so but we thought he had cancer so it was like a week-long death sentence. so dramatic, now light relief, soft fog enveloped. the boy, howdy, the boy, the boy!