sooner_or_later raze he looked like some kind of yorkie mix. he was twelve in dog years. that made him almost twice as old as me. i would have guessed he was ten years younger. i would have been wrong. i've been wrong about a lot of things. he stopped walking and turned to look at me. i saw a small bearded boy with a blue cord clipped to his collar. i couldn't tell you what he saw. the woman trying to guide him said, "he always misjudges how far he can walk in the heat." "don't feel bad," i wanted to tell him. "it happens to all of us sooner or later." but i didn't know any words he would have understood. so. 220623 what's it to you? who go blather from