musings on…
An occasional thought bubble. A musing on…
stray dogs
My kids and I were driving across the Nevada desert some years ago. We stopped for gas well after dark. While I filled the tank, I noticed an abandoned dog--filthy and cowering--sidling up to us. "Stay in the truck," I told the kids. But when I came out after paying the bill, the kids were on either side of the dog and there were three pairs of pleading eyes looking up at me.
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