Jeffrey Zable
Yesterday, the only thing that really made me feel better
was the neighbor’s dog coming up to me in a friendly manner,
and while I petted his head, his eyes said, “I remember you!
You seem like a good guy!”
As I continued to pet his head, mostly ignoring his human
counterpart, I recalled that the last time I encountered him
he wasn’t friendly at all. In fact he snarled and didn’t want
any part of me.
This time it was all reversed, and giving a nod to his owner
before she gently pulled on the leash and walked away,
I wondered why he had such a change of heart.
And then I realized that it didn’t matter. I felt glad to have
experienced what I did as it made a difference in my mood—
at least for the moment. . .