As I was walking in a particular neighbourhood, I thought of an old friend, a dog I'd once seen who had been so full of joy, I even wrote a piece about him. I wondered how he was.
I then saw a man in front of this house shouting, "Get in!"
I realised the man was speaking to my old friend. The dog wouldn't obey. He ran to the gate and barked at me.
"Hello you!" I said to him. "Nice to see you again!"
"Woof, woof!" my friend said.
I had a feeling my friend was saying hello.
I wonder if my friend had picked up on my thoughts about him and stayed put so he could say hello?
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