I hired a dog walker this fall. It seemed the right thing to do. Lucy was miserable.
Six years into her life, Lucy found her social life waning. Steady companions had moved out or moved on to strange activities like high school parties, basketball practice and binge watching shows on laptops.
Her owners seemed overly occupied with hobnobbing at film festivals than keeping her company…and then, an accident to the ankle stopped her chief daytime strolling companion in her tracks. No more outings to the park.
What to do, what to do….what’s this?
A new gentleman caller, one who remembers birthdays?
See ya, family. I’m outta here to meet my new posse. There’s a birthday bone with my name on it waiting and word on the street is the party has started.