Heaven Is: Burgers and Mud
_Joint definition filed by Coal and Orca._
_Terms haven’t been reconciled._
[Coal’s Definition]
Friday began at 11 p.m.,
when Mari finally arrived
at Irby’s
with me.
I’d been advised
there wouldn’t be a burger.
This information was incorrect.
The Spare had anticipated
a preventable service failure
and ordered my burger
before the kitchen closed.
Burger: secured.
I was satisfactorily impressed.
Dad arrived shortly thereafter.
Dad.
Mari.
Spare.
The entire Irby’s crowd.
No Orca
conducting unnecessary research
on my patience.
Friday: successful.
Heaven is:
one burger secured,
three of my people,
the entire Irby’s crowd,
and no Orca.
[Orca’s Objection]
That isn’t Heaven.
That’s dinner.
My research is necessary.
Also,
I wasn’t invited,
so this entire section
is suspicious
and probably boring.
A definition without Orca
is just an omission.
[Coal]
There was a burger.
[Orca’s Definition]
Fine.
Saturday supplied
the missing mud.
We arrived at the river
to dozens of emergency vehicles—
lights,
trucks,
serious human activity.
B and Mari knew exactly where to go.
Camp established.
[Coal]
Six people had just been rescued
from a capsized raft.
Important human business.
Resolved.
[Orca]
Good.
Anyway—
Jackson.
Big ol’ basset hound.
Low clearance.
Excellent mud distribution.
He spent much of the afternoon
applying the riverbank
directly to my human.
Then Ellie—
Jackson’s sister,
beautiful pit bull,
quiet,
observant,
clearly management.
Then Tito.
A Lab.
Coal-shaped enough
to require verification.
[Coal]
Verification wasn’t required.
[Orca]
I ran the standard Coal test.
[Coal]
There isn’t a standard Coal test.
[Orca]
Tito had one.
He pushed back.
Unlike Coal.
[Coal]
I practice restraint.
Tito has apparently
selected a different policy.
[Orca]
Lesson recorded:
not every Coal-shaped dog
is Coal.
Humility: installed.
Mostly.
[Coal]
Then Dad and Mari entered the river.
So did I.
This wasn’t complicated.
[Orca]
I conducted a complete shoreline assessment.
Depth.
Current.
Wetness.
[Coal]
She was nervous.
[Orca]
Cautious.
There were plays.
There were breaks.
Then B,
Mari,
and Coal
were all out there together.
So I jumped.
One full lap—
no partial credit,
no shoreline assistance,
all four paws officially swimming.
Milestone: CHECK.
Back at camp,
my human (Coal calls him "The Spare")
had held down headquarters
and met every pup and peep in range.
I returned completely muddy,
fully recharged,
ready to _not_
leave Coal alone.
[Coal]
She didn’t leave me alone.
However—
she’d completed the lap,
learned something from Tito,
and today, I didn’t mind so much.
Play is allowed on play day.
[Orca]
He likes me.
[Coal]
That ain’t what the ruling says.
[Orca]
Maybe not.
But Heaven is:
burgers
_and_
mud.
[Coal]
I didn’t authorize the conjunction.
[Orca]
Too late.
Filed permanently.
[Joint Status]
Returned home.
Definition: disputed.
Conjunction: permanent.
Both correspondents: presumed passed out.
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