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The kingdom of the dog is the backyard. No need to pee on each tree, they are all already his. He knows the ones the birds like, and where they often relax in the
afternoon heat.
He digs holes for fun. The terrier in him, revealing itself.
Even on hot summer afternoons, I find him on his back in the sun, enjoying something we can’t get to.
Mornings here, he walks the perimeter, picking up scents of night visitors. Each one leaves an aroma message that tells a story we can’t know.
In early evening, he sits under the old lemon tree, smelling, watching, more peaceful than the breeze that moves.