8.07.2025

The dog poops twice as we gaze upon the president's house. Okay former president. But current house, no capital H. From a time when having presidents seemed like a good idea. Far as I can tell this dog is the only one with any good ideas. She sets up shop on the lawn, sphinxlike, watches the perimeter for rats. Comes inside from time to time to breathe heavy and get some reassuring pets. Rubs her face on the corner of the couch. She stays hydrated and eats more carrots than I ever have. We could all learn a lot from this dog, is what I'm saying. At the unofficial dog park she's relaxed. What kind of mix is she? one of the dog owners asks. I think she was made in a lab, I say. I've never even heard her bark. She's just chill, he says. That's how they are. A young woman with dirt on her face like she's been working in the garden wants to know if the dog is a Malamese Terrier or something. I'm bad with dog breeds, plants, and the makes and models of cars, I say. She reminds me of my Malamese, she says. We'll go with that, she's a Malamese Lab.