to be let out. moments later she would turn around and scratch at the door to be let back in again. i interrupted my breakfast to grant each request to go out or come back in, because she may have had good reason to want to be outside, and if it was to ‘make a mess’ i was happy she would choose to do that outside, rather than inside. during this dance, it occurred to me that my mind—the mind—is often restless like my old dog was being right then, pacing back and forth and rarely settling in one place for long. i smiled at the image of my mind 