pup story, part 1
A question in comments reminded me of a little adventure we had, some 10 years ago. We were going to rent a car for the day, to drive up to Connecticut, to visit an old friend. Peter is the surviving partner of a friend of mine who died of AIDS. He lived in a 350-year-old house in Connecticut, with two little dogs (terriers of some type, but I can't remember the breed). We didn't know Peter well, it was just a connection we all wanted to make. The rental car place in our neighbourhood used the parking lot of an adjacent gas station. In that parking lot, we saw a little dog, curled up on the asphalt. By itself. I don't remember if we talked to it or just looked at it, but we forced ourselves to drive away. We got no more than a few blocks away before I started to cry. This dog's entire life changed because I was PMS. I was overcome with sadness over the dog. We had to go back. The dog was still at the gas station. It turned out to be female, and friendly, and very young...