Addison and I have this system worked out, whereby he chooses where we go, and I follow him. Then he will trot along beside me like I’m in charge. It works pretty well as long as no small, foreign cars drive by, flashing their mirrors at him. Not a surprise when he led me to the same park in which Kel and I had played “drive and shoot” last night. I let Addison off his leash, and he took a moment to poke his head down a hole, before romping off to play with a couple of small children near the swings.
I stood with my hands shoved in the pockets of my soft, baggy jacket, the slightly chilly breeze ruffling the edges of my skirt, and looked around. The grass, brown and damp from last night’s precipitation, still showed the crisscrossing tracks we’d made. The pale winter sunlight gave the who
