we see a pointer in the distance and we go. the eyes look like comet, and the kid has the same way of being, totally centered on the ball, not touch, until home and snuggly. watching them play so beautifully makes me feel soft and porous, languid like swimming. i miss comet but feel him here, in chapman. i last saw him as a  puppy and now he's grown, but he was born second to last, 5.5 ounces, and he's the size of a girl dog.