I stopped mid-stride and rocked back onto my right foot just waiting for some sort of identifying noise, I’d rather not run into a nest of rats if I can help it. There were no squeaks and no whimpers. Whatever was there had left. Odd. You’d expect some noise when an animal leaves. Soon the sounds of the city had once again become a muted blanket of ambient noise and I headed toward my car and climbed into the driver’s seat. I turned the radio on and out of the corner of my eye I noticed numerous smears on my passenger window so I, in a powerful ‘I am woman hear me roar’ moment, got out to investigate. I reached the passenger side of my car when I saw him and my heart broke. Huddled next to my car was a cold, frightened and hungry Golden Retriever. I quickly coaxed him into my car and headed out to Westport.
One hour, two stores and a bar later I had a small pile of canine sick, a larger pile of human sick, a dog happily wolfing down dog chow straight from the bag and a less than perfect boyfriend passed out in the back seat.
I am definitely pushing those plans back a week. Let the stress-free weekend begin! Anytime you’re ready, weekend.
Well it’s good to know we got that cleared up. After putting 2 and 2 together, I’m almost positive you are writing a novel… the question is, Is it for yourself? Or is it a potential publishing act?