One Chance (#126)

Andy wanted a dog. This was because my husband was clueless, of course. While his family had had two dogs, they’d been small ones. The first, his parents told him, had “run away.” [Suspected Translation: hit by a car.] The second had been attacked by a Rottweiler.

Andy wanted a big dog, probably because a big dog might survive a Rottweiler. And a car. Continue reading One Chance (#126)