lassie
i remember lassie—
lucky me
(The weather has changed—we’re having a heatwave so I’ve changed my walking—I walk after the sun goes down, slowly, meandering around the neighborhood. Yesterday I met this very manly dog. Winston was his name. He’d just come home from the groomer. Isn’t he handsome? Immediately I thought of Lassie—I’m dating myself here, and that’s okay because I loved that old tv show. “Lassie” was the best show ever. It may have been America’s fave. Oh, I also thought of Winston Churchill.)
