… Boxing Day

While a certain portion of the world is trampling people in the annual Sales, I sit in our kitchen, watching my parents and brother watching the cricket. The dog thinks I have food and puts his nose to my leg just to remind me that he’s there. Just in case I’m eating ham and forgot to drop the fatty bits on the floor for him. I pick him up and close my eyes and he lies on my arm like a rug while I scritch behind his ears, and – for a time – all is right with the world.


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