A Dog's Superhero
There’s one in every neighborhood. The woman who stands by the door, policing the lawn. Making sure no dog sets foot on and bends a blade of grass, or in winter, no yellow snow appears at the perimeter. Dogs, my own always happy dog among them, do not understand and gleefully jump and run through the snow. And I pretend that this time I don’t even see her.
Her primal opposite, the neighborhood dog hero, is Biscuit Guy. (I wanted to put a cape and sparkles around that, but writing has its limitations. So, just say it in the same tone you’d say Superman!) Biscuit Guy is there on the porch with a big jar of dog biscuits. Except tonight. He wasn’t there. And believe me, there’s no explaining to a corgi. He sat and waited. And waited some more. And I tugged him around the corner. And as soon as he was around the corner, he forgot that Biscuit Guy wasn't there tonight, and he was happy again.