max the mastiff puppy
Memory today is a dog on the corner. A puppy. A Mastiff puppy. All gold with black ears. Leaning up against a woman’s leg getting his ears scratched. I am walking down the sidewalk, coming from the store, approaching them. So the dog comes in in small pieces. Beautiful, and growing. A man and woman are with the fabulous dog. Waiting to cross at the cross light. I reach the corner. They are going left. I am going straight. I say, That is a fabulous dog. He knows I am talking about him and is fascinated. The couple the Mastiff puppy is with say thanks. The light changes. They call his name. It is Max.