A column about the life and times of random dogs I meet on the street with their humans.
In a place we’ll call Elsewhere for lack of better intel, in a local holding facility, a young, healthy and affectionate female dog was slated to be euthanized. It’s not known why. But what comes to mind is a kill shelter with an oversupply of homeless and neglected dogs. Apparently, at the last moment, some compassionate individual in the animal welfare community freed this particular dog, and maybe others, from death row, and then routed her into what we’ll call the heck-yes-I’m-adoptable pipeline. Endpoint to be determined.
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