Saturday, March 1, 2014
The FedEx man handed me my package and asked, “Where’s the dog?”
“He died,” I said. “Kidney failure. We had to put him to sleep right before Christmas.”
“Oh no, I’m sorry!” He looked down at his pad. He scratched his head like he couldn’t believe it. “I keep a list of all the dogs on my route. I’ve got: Motley… Friendly.”
That’s why I miss him so much. Forget keeping burglars away. He’s on delivery drivers’ lists of nice dogs.