If you could walk on water would you show a friend, how about a few strangers or a performance for the evening news,   maybe post a video, get a billion hits burn holes in your hard drive   it would be incredible, a bomb to the mind, if proven authentic and trick-proof, real magic really seen, beyond belief   but would it change lives, make people happier, guide them to create a better, friendlier, more caring planet   isn’t it a better miracle to walk the earth with just eno

exhausted today, lots of up and down, back and forth two long walks, meeting friends and their masters, dinner delayed adding extra yip and spin to my needs a birthday party here - guest begging takes a toll   after they leave, I’m going to jump on the sofa, curl up and tuck in, no excitement from cleaning noises in the kitchen nor rough loading of the dishwasher   everyone is ready for bed and I know my tired old tail   will beat them all there

the rules of intimacy say that shaking or kissing a hand is more formal than a squeeze of a shoulder, which is less intimate than holding an arm, closeness growing when fingers touch a face   with social propriety long established,  along comes the hug to break all the rules   when two bodies wrap together every sacred boundary is crossed, two hearts are thrown close just inches apart as close as they will ever get   unless love decides to break a rib and see what happens