the dogs in the hood -

when i first arrived in the neighborhood, the dogs would bark and bark and bark as I walked past. What a commotion -

A week or two passed, and the dogs would bark, but they wagged their tails and jumped up and down, happy for some distraction.

Then, more time passed, and they'd come to the fence, and just watch me walk by. 'What?' I'd say. 'Not even a token bark?' Wag, wag.

Now, they hardly glance up at me. The hind leg scratches an itch. Oh. It's just her.

'Woof,' I say.

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