Every time the phone rings, I hope and hop
in the car, drive to strange houses, enter
new worlds. My ad: 50-pound male
Collie/Lab mix, brown and white.
Doors open. Men in plaid bathrobes,
women in pink, laps holding a poodle,
Cocker spaniel, beagle, tiny mustached
mutt with liver-colored spots. She's very
sweet, I'm sure she's yours, we found her
last week.Weeks later, a school janitor
drives up. Saw your ad. This bum's been
hanging out, the kids give him lunch. My
dog jumps out of the truck. No remorse.
Wagging his bushy tail. Looking well fed.
Sweetieface! I yelp and squat to embrace.