Today, I was at a gas station, fueling up, when I saw something I could hardly believe: a woman carrying her dog while she was putting gasoline in her vehicle. At first, I'm cynically thinking, "Is that our neighbor?" But then I gave her the benefit of the doubt;
for one thing, I really haven't paid attention to what she looks like. Even she wouldn't hold that dog while at the gas pump. Naw, that's not her, I told myself.
Still, I made a mental note of that red car. And not long after I got home, a red car pulled into the neighbor's driveway--and a woman, cradling a dog, got out of it.