It’s a beautiful fall day outside. The leaves are rustling, and the squirrels are skittering about the yard. I, of course, am lounging on the sofa.
And my little brother Salem is darting around the room chasing a fly. He seems to be on a mission, and I watch.
He leaps over the ottoman in a single bound and bounces off the coffee table onto the carpet in one perfect move, sticking the landing. Two seconds later, he is sprinting in and out of the room and turning on a dime.
I notice his flexed muscles as he does a vertical leap into the air, extending his paws in an effort to catch the fly.
Putting my paw on my slightly protruding tummy, I say, “I’m going to need you to fail at that.”