Outside of Baltimore, I’m turned to the side, gazing at a tiger striped greyhound’s long, mellow face. My lips are almost in the shape to whistle though I don’t remember making such a sound. I am white, non- binary, with soft hair growing on my face, thick brown curls on my head. I wear a dark green shirt with a crackled texture, rolled once at the short sleeves. Two tattoos are slightly visible (the downcast bluish edge of a magnolia blossom on my upper arm and the faded brown vertical bars on my forearm). The greyhound’s bright pink tongue curls fantastically around their nose and whitening muzzle. Their eyes are almost closed; their eyelashes appear silvery in the overcast light. They wear two collars, a green martingale from the rescue group, and the one we’ve given her, a faux diamond collar, now missing every fifth or so gem. To take this selfie, we have paused on the wooded path and have found a moment to rest and play.
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