I recognized his dog. It was the type he includes in most of his novels.
I notice dogs. I have too. My dog, as much as a lover he is to humans, does not get along with other dogs. With his three times a day walks, I always have my dog eye out. So I noticed his dog right away.
They were on the other side of the street so I didn't think much of it. I was too busy enjoying the Los Angeles November - 70 degrees, mild and balmy, a light breeze. Wrapped up in my own world.
I was rereading his books too. Traveling to Crane's View and past times in my life. Burning the sticks, Hyperion days from my northern life.
I saw his dog for a couple weeks. Always on the other side of the street and that always suited me fine. I never looked at the man on the other side of the leash. If I had, perhaps I would have asked him if he wanted that drink I promised him four years ago. But he's back in Vienna and I've miss my chance for now.
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