All Fours

by Miranda July

You had to withstand a profound sense of wrongness if you ever wanted to get somewhere new.

We took a walk after dinner. Sam liked to visit the dogs at the dog park and rinse out the bowls by the spigot and fill them with clean water and encourage other people’s dogs to drink. “Come on, boy,” Sam said, “it’s time for your water.” “I’m afraid she’s not thirsty, honey,” a woman answered for her dog. “Which one is yours?” “I don’t have one yet. We’re waiting for the right moment.”