Hand-Me-Done

I didn’t catch his name. His human didn’t have many teeth in her face. Didn’t think for a moment he was trained to provide a service, but she must have said something that sounded right enough, because security let them stay.

Emotional support therapy dog, “saves my life every day,” my heart would melt, too. My heart breaks. Looking at their bags, wraps, rags.

Getting down to 24 tonight. Kind of a big deal in Austin, Texas. I ran up to get Lafitte’s old sweater, set in the donation pile for the Animal Center, she never wore it anyway.

Street dog gets a new sweater.

She sleeps where it’s warm and safe.