she tells me.
i miss not
having a dog.
i tell her that the dog would
be five
years old now
if she had found one
the first
time she told me that.
but she's bought the leash,
the bowls,
the little soft bed.
a few stuffed toys
and a ball to throw
around.
she's signed it up for training
at the dog school
and has picked out a name,
either
Molly or Maple.
she's getting
close.
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