081013 #dog *But ME is not really listening now, at least not to the words, because just then he knows he really loves HIM. ME listens to the bass, the shuddering boom of slippery elms, the disappearing of the tree line, the cedars which alone follow them the last few steps, and then finally the rocks and chips and particles of high, clear sun at the top of the mountain. It's cold. They're going to need jackets. ME smiles.*