chapman is a long and tall standard poodle, black with a little salt. we met him when we saw him wandering up the parkway all by himself. not right. mike pulled over and i jumped out of the car and greeted him. lovely so lovely, with a fresh pedicure and perfectly groomed coat. so soft you could lose your hands in him. a good dog. a good dog who smelled like bubbles. a good dog with a blue collar and no tags.
we were worried about him, so we invited him to "go for a ride?!?!?!", which delighted him. a moment later he was lounging on the backseat of the explorer, sometimes sticking his head out the window, but mostly lounging.
we drove around and around and asked everyone we saw -- "do you know this dog?" no one did. finally mike spotted a mailman and made a quick u-turn to meet him square in front of a house in 32nd avenue.
excuse us sir, might you know this dog from your route?
why that's chapman -- hey boy! lives at 54th and parkway - 5409.
sure enough, chapman jumped out of the car at 5409 and we rang the bell, dad came out and rubbed his head.
second time he has escaped today. thanks for finding him guys.
they know everything about our lives, those public servants. they know our names and our dogs names, and where our christmas gifts are coming from and what magazines we like to read. they recognize the patterns of life as they turn up in the u.s. mail. they know that they are bringing you birthday wishes when two cards arrive for you in a certain month every year. they know that when cards show up addressed to "the family of" that you have lost someone. they keep these details private as they walk up and down our streets every day, but they know.
they know so much about us,
what do we know about them?
my guy,
his name is jeff.
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