"I'm never gonna see you again, am I?" he asked me. His pain hung on him like a secondhand Members Only jacket. I assured him that I would see him in Treat Street again. Though it might have seemed dishonest, somewhere inside I knew that Dog People usually return to places so their doggies can feel like they have a home away from home.
Wendy refilled my popcorn for the third time without my asking. Sidney drank from the water bowl marked "Dog" at the back door. Robin excused himself to use the "facilities." I slipped out, mutt in tow, and headed home. Despite being the human beer into which the gentleman from Kentucky cried, my first official night as a Dog Person in Public had been pretty good.