I'm typing this over the remains of a sumptuous lunch at the biggest, and best, Mexican restaurant in town. It's located on a very busy road, in between a supermarket and a motel. There's a patch of woods behind the motel, and as I was pulling into the restaurant parking lot I saw a woman come out of the woods behind the motel. She'd obviously been crying.
I parked as she wandered into the restaurant parking lot, and I got out, went up to her, and asked if she needed help. She didn't look as though she'd been hurt or anything, but someone crying is someone crying.
She told me a sordid story... she and her husband had just bought a puppy for their kids, to replace a dog that died in September. It was to be a Christmas surprise. They'd come to have lunch, and because it's fairly warm today, they'd left the puppy in the back of their truck, leashed and tied in, safe as houses.
So of course some passing asshole stole it. She'd sort of held out hope that maybe someone had just let it loose, but that seemed unlikely by this point. She'd been looking in the woods and at the motel. Her husband was searching the supermarket parking lot.
To no avail, probably. Someone stole their Christmas puppy.
I parked as she wandered into the restaurant parking lot, and I got out, went up to her, and asked if she needed help. She didn't look as though she'd been hurt or anything, but someone crying is someone crying.
She told me a sordid story... she and her husband had just bought a puppy for their kids, to replace a dog that died in September. It was to be a Christmas surprise. They'd come to have lunch, and because it's fairly warm today, they'd left the puppy in the back of their truck, leashed and tied in, safe as houses.
So of course some passing asshole stole it. She'd sort of held out hope that maybe someone had just let it loose, but that seemed unlikely by this point. She'd been looking in the woods and at the motel. Her husband was searching the supermarket parking lot.
To no avail, probably. Someone stole their Christmas puppy.
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