A trip down memory lane sparks reflection.

Recently I had the pleasure of driving with a couple of friends through the rural area where I grew up. Short of time and daylight, we made just two stops – one at an art gallery, and one at the end of the driveway of a friend who was not home. Curiously, at both stops, my friends and I were greeted by exceedingly friendly and – I couldn’t help but notice – collarless dogs.

The dog at the first stop was a puppy, almost an adolescent. He belonged to the young woman who was staffing the art gallery – and who wasn’t terribly quick to chase after him as he…

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