A kindly older woman stops her bicycle on the dirt road to lecture me briefly about having my dogs loose. I know this lecture. I had it a year ago, and changed my route slightly to avoid passing her house.
I think of possible responses, and my Spanish is far enough along that I can probably make a conversation of it. For what?
Entiendo, I say. I understand.
Entiende, she says. You understand.
She continues one way on her bicycle. I continue the other way, leash in hand, dogs loose.
