Jul 12, 2015
She finds it on the street, a sorry thing in the middle of a hurricane. It snaps when she tries to put a rope around its neck, but she persists and gets it out of the storm. When the weather clears, she brings it to a shelter. It is actually a she. Some kind of mutt without a collar or microchip. Claire stays in town five days longer than she should. She goes to the shelter every day to see if anybody’s claimed the mutt. No one does, so she steps up. She names her Bandit. Hunting does get lonely.
