Thousand: Four Hundred Ten

hands to climb. He looks down at the dog in question, who seems uninterested in Bernie’s internal debate. Bernie heaves a sigh. “Well,” he says, “let’s give it a try.” He kneels beside the dog and reaches his arms around the dog’s body to lift him up. But the dog backs away. “I gotta carry you. The sign says.” The dog settles once again on his haunches so Bernie crawls closer to attempt the lift. But again the dog avoids him, this time going around to stand under the green bulb. The dog puts a forepaw on the rung second