Luck seems to be a matter of working with reality instead of against it

The big bony dog next door sleeps in a raised cage during the day, often sprawled on his back with his legs splayed open, balls flopping in the heat. I think he begins barking at night when it’s his time to be let out and guard the place. He doesn’t seem unhappy. As Ghanaian dogs go, I think he’s got it pretty good.