Here Doggie, Doggie

Day 60

 Driving north on Kenwood Road, I see a dog with a collar dart across the street.  I double back when I reach the corner and circle the block.  It may be residual guilt about the dog we hit while driving home on I-65 but I’m determined to find that dog. 

I come around the corner and cut across the parking lot.  Nothing.  I call my husband. 

“I can’t find that dog anywhere!” 

“Maybe you scared him home,” my husband offers helpfully. 

“Because he was afraid of the white car chasing him?”  I doubt this but appreciate my husband’s attempts at making me feel better.

“You can always hope.”  It’s nice when someone throws you a bone.