There is one word.
One word I utter one time.
No matter where in the house Emerson is, he comes running.
It’s his magic word. The thing he drops everything for. The thing he loves most in the world.
I’m not sure how it became the ultimate for him. It just is.
Blueberry might get him to come on the fifth call.
But strawberry is like a beacon in the night summoning Bat-Dog.
Which made me wonder, what is my magic word? Coconut? Publishing-deal?
And what is yours?