They were enjoying their nightly jaunt. As they passed a row of porches, a door opened and a woman popped out. She reached her hands down to Finnegan and he wiggled happily over to her, submitting eagerly to her scratches and kisses and baby talk.
And then she stopped and the two of them locked gazes and she murmured, "Uh huh, hmmm, oh,". Then she gave his long back a final calming stroke, straightened and looked at Finn's Human.
"He has so very much to teach you about the world. But you don't know it yet. You will, though. You will."
"I try to listen."
"Try harder."
Finnegan looked up, grinning.
"Yes, Human Woman. Try harder," he teased.
"And he would like some more of those peanut butter cookies you make," the other woman continued. "What shape do you make them in?"
"Uh...round. I use a drinking glass. I don't have a cookie cutter."
The woman looked back down at Finnegan and once again, something unusual passed between them.
"Round is good," she announced. "Nice to see you again."
And she stepped back inside of her apartment. Gone. Just like that.
Finnegan pulled on his leash.
"Home, Human Woman. Home to my round cookies!"
Weird, she thought, following behind, that was weird. And entirely true.
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