(Portland, Oregon, Cascadia. Johns Community Garden, under the St. Johns Bridge. Cloudy, subdued light. Late-winter morning in the month of June. BARRY is weeding his plot. AUSTIN THE BEAGLE sits beside him. SOME DUDE walks around the garden with dog. LITTLE GIRL stands in Tadasana, staring. SOME DUDE approaches.)
Dude, can she pet your dog?
Sure. He’s friendly.
What’s his name?
Is he a puppy?
Not really, he’s eight. What’s your dog’s name?
Sam. He’s eleven.
(Much enthusiastic additional dialog about the dogs, their breeds, behavior, etc. Finally,)
(gestures at girl)
Oh, that’s Eliza.
(Walks away. Stops. Beat. Turns.)
I’m Marcus, by the way.