The Art of Racing in the Rain

by Garth Stein

And I wasn’t gone. I was there. I was still there.

The whole zebra sequence started as a warm-up writing exercise I gave myself one morning. I said, "before we get to work on the book, let's see what Enzo is made of. Let's put him under pressure." Kind of an Ender's Game acid test. So I contrived to lock him in the house, alone, for three days. What could go wrong? Well, the zebra could show up...