“Seattle’s Second Chance Shelter smelled of damp fur and dog breath. Frantic barks and whines pierced the air and assaulted Anna’s ears. She shrank back from the desperation that hung in the air like mist. All the sad eyes begging for a home. The furry foreheads rumpled with anxiety. Anna’s tender heart slid to her feet.
‘We shouldn’t have come here,’ she shouted to her boyfriend, Jeff.
‘You wanted to check out the dogs,’ he said.
Anna was clutching the Second Chance flyer she’d found that morning on Jeff’s windshield. Coming here had seemed the best way to goad themselves into action after weeks of talk about adopting a dog. But now, engulfed by the dogs’ distress, Anna wasn’t so sure.
‘We could have looked for a dog on Petfinder,’ she said. In their rented condo, they could have studied photos on the computer screen.
‘You can tell a lot more of you see a dog in person,’ Jeff said.
‘Yes, but I want to take all these dogs home.’
‘We can only afford to care for one.’”
“My alarm clock failed to ring, but by skipping morning coffee I manages to be only fifteen minutes late. As the elevator crawled to the eighth floor of the Animal Medical Center I hoped that perhaps Clancy too had overslept. It was 7:20. The elevator door opened and I stepped into the hall to find him waiting.
“I know I’m late, Clancy, but it happens occasionally.” He looked angry. “If you would just wait until I come get you, you wouldn’t have to pace in the corridor.”
I unlocked the office door, and he brushed past me as he entered. I opened the drawer immediately, knowing there would be no peace until he got what he wanted. Clancy was not a finicky eater and promptly concentrated on his breakfast.