Going to sleep reading Echo. I set my iPad aside. Last thing I see is my dog staring intently at the glowing screen. Next day I’m walking him through a busy intersection when a bus runs a red light, coming straight at me. My dog leaps into the air, scruffs the back of my shirt, and yanks me into an aerial twist, paws thumping against a stopped car and twisting again, bleeding off the momentum. He’s just saved my life. I swear I hear him speak to me: “Two-legger, you are a total and utter f**k story.” But he doesn’t respond when I talk to him later.