Category: Columns & Letters

Thinking in Public: My best friends

It was a fenced-in high school ball field. The gate swung open and I went in, closing the gate behind me and the dog. From the pitcher’s mound, I gave the fence lines a quick inspection without seeing any dog-size breaks or open gates, then I unsnapped the lead from Mac’s collar.

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