Oct 141 min read
Lola, Lila, and A Little Empathy
Yesterday I met Peter, an older gentleman from my neighborhood. He patted my pup on the head and told me his wife goes to the pound to find the most troubled dog she can—because she believes she can fix them.“And she does,” he said with a smile. Today I met his wife. I waved from across the road, and she hurried over like an old friend. My usually shy pup melted under her touch, tail thumping with joy. “I like to go to the pound and pick the dogs with the most problems,” she
