three dog night

i am cross town this weekend, house-sitting and dog-watching for a friend. she has three dogs, a trio of retrievers. the house borders on The Presidio. out the tall-doored back gate of the garden and i walk onto a fire road that feels like England. the toe path along the canals by Tommy's mums house, the one before she won the Lottery. the weather clouds here but that hardly dampens the luxury. everyone i encounter seems to know the dogs but i struggle to distinguish them from one another. later at dusk when i walk [8x2 ECONOMY], a strange passing encounter with a young man onthe path creeps me out. i duck through the garden and finish up out on the streets with no further incidents.