about my dog

Last week I went to Berlin to visit my son. He's been studying there for five months and I've missed him terribly and had been counting down the days to this visit. Being of a somewhat gloomy disposition, however, or perhaps just because I'm battle-scarred, I was convinced that something disastrous was going to happen before I got on the plane to Berlin. I anticipated a litany of things, but what I didn't expect was that five days before the trip, I walked downstairs and found my dog lying...