I took a walk today, with my pedometer on my hip. Logged about 6000 steps. It was a lovely walk, very cool but not too cold, and I listened to disc one of the Abe Lincoln bio Claire sent me. My path was crowded with pine needles and blushing groups of mushrooms.

On my street, I noticed a black and white dog wandering around, no human in sight, not wearing a collar. This struck me a kind of odd, but I kept walking. I went inside and started making lunch. Brian and I were talking in the kitchen and he suddenly said, hey, there’s a dog in the backyard.

It was the same dog, of course. I think he was a Siberian Husky, with a black and white coat, small triangular ears and ice-blue eyes. A beautiful dog, just the kind of dog I want to have one day. We went to the backyard to guide the dog out of the opened gate, and I made sure the gate was properly latched.

Simon watched from his perch by the back door, horrified and fascinated, puffy-tailed. When the dog appeared by the front door, both cats stood there watching. The dog looked back, and seemed intimidated. Poor thing really wanted to come inside, or play, or be fed. It hung around in the yard for awhile, being closely observed by Simon and Sasha, then it disappeared.

Later Brian and I went downtown to drink coffee. I read forty pages of that novel, then wrote some stuff which I am super happy with for my own novel. They sky is now dark gray and I am going to do some knitting then transcribe what I wrote into my laptop.