I did not want a dog.
But there he was, looking adorable, although very thin and covered in fleas and with some kind of tar on his backside and a rash around his nose.
A cocker spaniel. Jamie’s favorite. I took it as a sign. Those long silky ears and beautiful eyes. He ran right to me, wagging his tail like he knew we were supposed to be together. Started licking my hands.
“Where did you come from?” …
