As My Dog Slowed Down We used to walk across whole suburbs, all the way to the beach. We looked at people clinging to the edge, having picnics, performing for the sun, lashing the water in jet skis. And then home. As my dog slowed down, we walked along a few streets. We looked at houses and roofs with lives and neighbours buzzing around them, people shedding their cars or pointing them purposefully. And then home. As my dog slowed down, we walked along our own street and looked at the trees: paperbark, eucalyptus, bottlebrush … Don’t know what that…