The puppy looked up at me with brown/grey/green eyes and obvious confusion as to why she was not already in the car with me. Iโll leave it up to fate, I said to myself. If sheโs here next weekend, Iโll bring her home. I didnโt tell Cindy that; she would not have understood. I told her Iโd think about it.
I met my dog in the summer of 1981 on the road going from Denver to Boulder, Colorado. Right next to the Lakeside Amusement Park, a car in the lane next to mine hit a dog, knocking him in front of my car.
As I stopped at a red light, I noticed a dog sitting in the middle of Renner Road where I was about to turn. She was covered in sleet and she was clearly frozen, not only from the cold, but from pure fear.
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