1. Being in bed is nice.

2. The puppy bounds up to us and leans into my legs just like Friendly Black Dog. I tell its owner that I like dogs, but Lily doesn’t.

3. To avoid an over excited pack of dogs, we take a small detour. It’s only slightly off our usual path but I haven’t walked on that side of the hill for years. I remember the thrill of exploring the woods when Lily first came to live with us. I remember how special and exciting they seemed.