![]() I’m careful not to step in anything unidentifiable, but since the bushes are in the way, it’s no use. ![]() You might want to be careful where you step. He looks at me, and I give him the universal sign language for “open the damn door” by pointing to it.īy the time I shimmy back to the front stoop, he’s opened the door. I eye Luis sitting on the couch with Granny in his lap, then knock on the glass to get his attention. I shimmy through the space between the bushes and the front window. I put my ear to the door and hear the television, so I know someone’s got to be home. ![]() After I clock out, I get in my car and race to Luis’s house. My mind is in a rage as I spend my assigned time cleaning out cages and walking the dogs. Oh, how could I ever have thought I wanted to be with someone who’d adopt a dog just for revenge? “Your friend came in right before we closed last night and adopted her,” one of the other volunteers tells me. Until I look at the bottom of the page at the name of the person who adopted her. ![]()
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