I wasn’t leading the dog so much as the dog was leading me. I was helpless in the wake of her joy. I skip-shuffled along, holding her leash taut in one gloved hand, as she trotted to the end of the lampless road and began to ascend the mild hill. At the top she squatted and stared at me with her blue-gray eyes in a way that meant I can’t do this with you looking, you know.
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