Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Before They Come Into The World

Every morning, Claire and I take Chewy for a brisk morning walk down Truman Street before heading to the bus stop. We walk and talk, pausing to let him sniff the grass and leaves so he can find a place to do his business.

"I know he has to go," Claire said. 
She was smiling at me. 
Chewy was sniffing and circling.
"I have a sense about this." 
"I believe you," I said.
"Well, a dog looking for a place to poop is kinda like a kid looking for the right parents."
"You mean, before they come into the world?"
"Yeah, kinda like that," she said.

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