Maggie

When we met her at 38th Street and Monterosa, she was lost, so we read her tag that gave the number of her father. I called and said we would bring her home if he would tell me where he lived. A block and a half later, I took her from my arms in the passenger seat and gave her to the man whose house was being painted that day. Maggie had gotten out, and he had no idea. Five minutes of our life with Maggie, a peaceful, loving Jack Russell Terrier I came to love, despite my general lack of understanding of dogs. We hoped she became less afraid for those few moments in the car with us.