D.O.P.-T.

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Yesterday we took the dog on a longer than usual walkies to the library so the housemate could return and take out books. As usual I guided the dog into the shrubbery on one side of the door so she wouldn't threaten small children, the old man playing his flute, or anyone proselytizing their religion or politics. She suddenly made a lunge, presumably after a rodent of some sort, and I tripped over a tree root concealed in the fallen leaves and fell headlong. Luckily the dog immediately returned meekly, and I had a firm grasp on the leash. So I stayed lying slightly on my side until the housemate re-emerged and could take the leash; I twice waved away concerned members of the public, first a young man with a black balaclava covering alarming amounts of his face, and later two young women in Indian clothes. I realized during the night that I have a large bruise on my left arm.

This morning the plastic container of watermelon chunks that I'd noticed yesterday morning beside a construction site was still there, so I concluded it had been abandoned, took it to a more out of the way spot, and left it open for the crows. Hope they like it. The rain had returned during the night, so in picking it up I stepped deep in mud.