“What a sweet dog!” I said, in Spanish.
“She is a sweet dog,” the man walking her answered, in English. He had an Irish accent and was walking the young dog down the street as my husband, Peter, and I made our way home from dinner.
“And she has no idea what will happen tomorrow,” he added.
“What will happen tomorrow?” I asked.
“She will get on a plane and fly to California!” he said.
“Really?”
“Really.”…
