She said: You got a blind dog.
I looked around & didn’t see what she meant. I even looked behind me. What were her eyes pointing at?
Yep, a blind dog, she repeated. It doesn’t have eyes, just holes.
She smiled.

She made the joke each time I wore the T-shirt.
& Each time I started defending my favourite T, although I knew she was just kidding.

O, I loved that smile.