Then one Tuesday, I left the diner a little early. The afternoon rush had slowed, and I was able to clock out before the dinner crowd rolled in. I decided to walk the long way home, just to clear my head.
That’s when I saw him. Theo wasn’t taking his usual route. He was cutting behind the old hardware store, the one with the faded red siding and a fence that leans like it’s tired of holding itself up.
Carefully, he unwrapped it and tore it in half. He set one half on the ground, just by a rusted dumpster. Then, from under that dumpster, came this scrappy little dog.
It was the saddest thing I’d ever seen. Its fur was matted with dirt, its legs were too thin for its body, and its ribs stuck out like someone had forgotten to feed it for weeks. But its tail wagged like crazy, like Theo was the best thing to happen in its whole miserable day.
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