Tonight when I was walking Penny for Bianca, we stopped on your corner. I caught the fresh scent of fall. It smelled like leaves and crisp air and pumpkins. I was standing there eyes closed, breathing it all in, when I realized I was still holding a bag of dog shit. And I wondered, would you call the shit poop if I lit it on fire on your doorstep?
It would be the greatest night of my life,
the dog walker
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