Hmmm.
I took the day off work today because my dog, Sam, is lost. He’s a scruffy old mutt, smart as a whip but old and deaf and frightened of thunderstorms and not good about traffic, and he has been known to bite people who invade his space, especially women and children, so he really oughtn’t be wandering the streets on his own. I left him with friends for the long weekend and I went to visit my sister in northern southern Ontario. When I got back I learned that he had vanished from my friend’s house in the middle of the night on Saturday. A number of clues point to him being at the Humane Society now, but they don’t open till noon.
In the meantime, I sit and wait and contemplate our 13 years together and rue the lack of a truly decent photograph of him. He’s a difficult dog to photograph; he seems to blend into every background.
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