Soooo....

The homeless people got a dog. A tiny, brown dog. He looks well-fed. Has a new collar and leash. They take him on a walk every morning to the liquor store. I wonder how they got him. I wonder if he's going to last long. I wonder if when winter comes I will feel an urge to wander out there and check on him. And I wonder if they got him to feel better, more normal. Or if they thought he'd taste good slathered in cheap vodka and roasted over an open fire.