by Robert Gillis
Published in the Foxboro Reporter and Boston City Paper 10/2009
So there I am, working at the home computer on a yet another late night software promotion, and Sue calls around 8 — she’s got a flat, but no worries, she’s already called AAA. I asked her where she is; she’s a few miles away in a nearby town, so I tell her I’m on my way. Then I hear, “Gotta go, there’s a dog wandering in the street.”
I get to the scene of the aforementioned flat and there’s a large golden dog in the back seat of the car.