In a Tel Aviv café. Laptop. After Google Meet, before Zoom. Morning coffee. Procrastination. A document waiting to be written. And a dog.

In a parallel world, I am the person annoyed by someone entering a café with their dog. But a nice-looking, healthy-looking, young man approached the table in front of me with a tray of food and a matcha. Guessing he’s 30-years-old. Smiles exchanged, me glancing affectionately at the dog. Me? Instinct keeps me in this world, not the parallel world. No objection to the dog in the café. My smile broadens across my face as I gaze. I notice a collar extension strapped around the dog, with “service dog” written in English. I smile more. And cry on the inside. Clearly a dog for coping with........

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