This morning as I was returning from my morning walk, I saw our dog Radar, a personable Corgi-Chihuahua mystery-mutt, playing in the front yard. With his elongated body, short legs, and white fur with orange splotches, Radar looks like an agile cross between a cow and a dachshund, leaping to and fro. (I have yet to figure out which nook along the fence Radar uses to let himself out of the back yard, but he is wondrously found in the front yard almost daily.) Walking steadily, I was still almost 100 yards off, and I saw Radar, but he didn’t yet see me. I kept on walking closer.
When I was only 30 or so yards from the driveway, Radar saw me. He leapt to attention, and started barking. He saw someone coming—a scary figure indeed—but he couldn’t tell who it was.
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