When I encountered some sunrise watchers who were not usually at Longnook Beach at 6 a.m. on a Sunday, I apologized for my nine-month-old Aussie, who was excitedly barking at his Corgi playmate, visiting for the weekend. The Corgi and my friend descended the dune; I waited at the top until my puppy had calmed himself, drawing sympathetic commentary for the patience it takes to train a new dog.
The next day, my houseguest had left. My Aussie stood at the dune’s edge, scanning the shore for his Corgi friend. One of the sunrise watchers had returned and asked after the whereabouts of my puppy’s playmate. When I said she had gone back to New York City, he nodded.
As I turned to descend the dune, a passerby who had overheard said, “That’s where the love of my life ran off to, too.” —Holly Ballard-Gardner, Truro
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