cammo

When I went for an early-morning walk yesterday, I came around the corner of one street to be met by a happily barking spaniel who circled around me, jumping into the air. His owner emerged from a nearby garage calling, but the spaniel would not stop circling around me, barking. “He gets really excited when he sees cammo,” the owner explained, refering to my camoflage jacket. “He thinks he’s going hunting.” Sorry, fellah, not today.