Only service/guide dogs were allowed at the March for Our Lives. Despite Pettigrew's clear interest in participating, we realized he'd never pass.
Pettigrew is an indiscriminate barker. I've long since stopped checking to see what set him off.
As Garth Brooks's memorably sang, "Sometimes I thank God, for unanswered prayers." We went to the shelter to adopt Shadow, but Pettigrew is the dog who came home with us. We got lucky.
The wind that blew through Friday could have carried Dorothy and Toto to the Land of Oz. Pettigrew and I were out too, but we didn't see any falling houses or even the Wicked Witch of the West on her bicycle. We were looking.