Here’s To Patrick
“I just don’t understand,” Bernie says. He and Suzie are out on the patio drinking coffee. It’s early: mist is rising from the canyon, a very pretty sight, with the sun just poking up and making gold streaks in the mist here and there.
Bernie tosses the paper aside. “It’s this horribly abused pit bull found at the bottom of a trash chute in New Jersey. According to the vet where he’s being treated – they named him Patrick – the doctors at the clinic thought he’d be dead within the hour, he was in such awful shape. Starved and emaciated, curled up in a ball, couldn’t walk. What’s in some people?”
Suzie takes Bernie’s hand. I kind of squeeze in between them.
Welcome dude with orange toy.
And here’s a thought for Wookie’s grandpa; and another for C. Harris and father.
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