The Flying Disk (All about the Dog)

#163 – Tuesday, September 30th

flying disk

Almost every morning Molly and I go to the park.  At this time of day, it’s very quiet. We’ll share our solitude with the “small dog cabal,” a group of older folks who regularly congregate at a bench on the east side of the park, under the trees, with their very small dogs. (I think there’s some sort of rule . . . the minimum number of small dogs one person can have, shall be divisible by three). There’s a smattering of others appearing now and again with canine companions, their owners congenial enough for a wave, and that’s it. The cabal and I exchange pleasantries, the very small dogs joyfully running amuck. But Molly is all business. I throw, she catches, as we work our way across the field. Back in the studio two canvasses await. I’m right there with Molly, chasing after my very own flying disks.


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