oh, what should i do?
i can’t get a good picture—
take it anyway
*
across the creek
six little dogs in winter coats
stay. stay. stay….
I heard a woman’s voice across the creek. Stay. Stay. Stay. I looked over and saw the woman bending down over a jumble of little dogs no higher than her knees all dressed up in little doggie jackets. It dawned on me that her telling them to ‘stay’ was her hope that they would stay still long enough for her to take a good picture of the little gang of them. I wish I could have gotten a better picture. Oh, well.
I hope she got a better picture than I did.
