Seemingly out of nowhere, a black and brown dog appeared. He ran a circle around me as I dropped my load on the ground, then stopped, looking up at me with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his tail wagging so hard it made half his body wiggle. He’d seemed similarly excited to see me last night, just before I’d walked in on his owner. “Not much of a guard dog, are you?” I picked up a chunk of flooring and tossed it into the dumpster.
