I went for a walk last night. A block in I heard something odd nearby, looked down, found it was the new family dog, a recent rescue, usually too timid to even look at me. Who knows what she suffered in her previous life? But since yesterday, since Monday, I’ve been feeding her table scraps. She’s been looking up when I call her name. And now there she was, keeping pace with me walking the dark street. I was afraid she’d get hit by a car, but she paid no attention to the cars or the other dogs, just walked beside me, her little legs churning. After a time we turned into the park, cut across the baseball diamond where no children were playing, and made our way home.