The dog takes ownership of the lounger. Never mind negotiations for a bit of sun, his domain now extends from green lawn to green pad. Black and white hairs poke into the fabric like conqueror's flags: We claim this chaise longue for McNeil. I concede, retreat to the hammock. A snooze there doesn't leave my oiled legs looking unshaved; garden territory, cratered with last week's encroachments, is regained.
