Dog Point
Large and brown, a noble old lab sits up in a box fiets pedaled by young woman. She cannot be ten years older than the pooch. Nearby bikers, cars, the wheels beneath--all that once deserved a fair bark or good chase glide by as happy backdrop, another effortless trip past imagined glories . . .
. . . a different breed of Max, still at the front of the sleigh, fifteen years after the Grinch returns Christmas.