You Would Wait Too

by Daphne Eilein LandersShe was anxious to get out of the car. After 20 minutes on the road, my four-year-old basset hound recognized the sitter’s house, and she was eager to greet him. As I parked the car, in the distance I noticed the neighbor’s high-strung dog – unleashed and ready to bolt toward us. I knew better than to take my Dudleigh out at that moment. She was still recovering from a pit bull attack the previous year. So I waited.Dudleigh’s whining swelled from behind the driver’s seat. I turned my head toward the left window behind me. “Dudleigh,”...