The neighbor stood on the deck of his back porch one night to take in a breath of the cool summer air. Yes, he thought, there is no better way to end the day than by breathing in some fresh air and having a late night smoke as well. He thought it was a long day, but a good day, the type of day that made him feel satisfied, no, content, quite content before going to sleep. His restaurant had a busy night, his business couldn’t get any better, and he considered how lucky he was to find a woman who loved and lived with him so soon after his divorce. The neighbor flicked his ashes with dramatic flair as he wondered about recently divorced people who made such a fuss about going through a painful transition in their lives. He prided himself for not going through such a transition and proudly summarized, it is best to stay active, one should be busy with little time to think!
The neighbor crushed his cigarette under his heel and stretched his arms over his head with a loud yawn. He was ready to peacefully retire for the night when from the corner of his eye something strange began to happen. He turned to look into the yard next door and to his surprise, he saw the dog next door dancing on the railing of its master’s porch. The dog danced on its hind legs, skipping from one end of the railing to the other as its front paws flapped in the air. He even swore that the dog had a smile on its face when it began to perform an Irish jig.
Rubbing his eyes with disbelief, the neighbor took another look, but the dancing dog didn’t disappear from his sight, in fact, it just danced faster on its nimble paws. He ran into the house and closed the door behind him. In his kitchen he stood, while trying to reassure himself that he was only imagining things, after all, it was a long, busy day, and besides, who ever heard of a dancing dog? The neighbor