The dog at 311 finally got his name right

He’s been barking at the mail truck for seventeen years, and today he finally stopped. Not because I gave him a treat—though I did—but because he looked at me like he knew I’d been lying about the address all along. The way he tilted his head, like he’d just solved a puzzle no one else saw. I think he’s always known it was never about the mail. Just someone to watch. And now that I’m retired, maybe he’s finally decided I’m not going anywhere either.