It's been a productive healing crisis.

I feel exactly like a beautiful German Shepherd pup Sam used to look. Sam's master was looking kind of haggard and always had a story to tell about Sam's adolescence. Sam chased a female jogger. Sam created havoc. Sam ran amok. Sam was a gorgeous dog. Sam did all kinds of things and Abu Sam had the look of a man who had been making profuse apologies daily and had his moments of fear and doubt about getting his young dog under control. It was really very poignant. Sam raised his ears and posed elegant as a Sphinx totally unaffected by his dads stories, as they had nothing to do with him.

We admired him and looked for the words. Sam was growing into his dignity.

I feel like both of them. Or each of them.

I like it!