Enough for a bed, let’s get the hell out of here, Sam thought. “Come on Girl lets go,” he says, hugging his dog, Sally, wishing they were taking a drive to the lake. Instead, they’re living out of a car. Two years after bringing Sally home from the Paws-and-Claws shelter, Sam lost his job and place to live.
Tonight, Sam pays for a motel (mostly for her). He feeds Sally. Then sighs, staring at the lasagna turning around and around like his life lately. Glancing down at Sally, Sam realizes she’s more of a friend, the more miserable he gets.
Tonight, Sam pays for a motel (mostly for her). He feeds Sally. Then sighs, staring at the lasagna turning around and around like his life lately. Glancing down at Sally, Sam realizes she’s more of a friend, the more miserable he gets.
