Monday, May 11, 2020
Dogs on duty
I live in a neighborhood of older people. They drop dead rather often. One neighbor walks her dog every evening. A few days ago she came by without him. Usually it's the humans who've croaked, but I started thinking the worst. I asked her where Trevor was, fearing the answer. She surprised me. Trevor was fine--more than fine. Her son had simply taken him surfing. Yes, the dog loves to surf, which he can't do in Arizona. And he was over in California riding the waves. So, the concept of some dog going off on vacation had not really occurred to me. I wonder if he sends out postcards.