“How’s it going?” I ask, squinting in the setting sunlight behind him.

“Still getting around alright, isn’t he?”

I’ve never seen or spoken to this friendly neighbor. He must be referring to the aging dog I’m walking, my dear old boy. “Yeah, he does alright!”

He continues walking briskly past us, smiling at my quadruped as he passes. We amble into the middle of the street, at the boy’s direction. I like to let him walk me; not the other way around.

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