laying in bed, a little weepy tonight and as i shift under the blanket a single white down feather escapes from the duvet, floats in midair on the box fans breeze (Savannah nights are still warm well into September)...shiny little Ruby, in one smooth leap over my legs, catches it in her mouth and turns to me with big brown eyes as if to say "got it!": a perfect, beautiful moment. god, i love my dog.