Before we knew it, it was nearly eight p.m.! Alan was beside himself when I got in. I say “beside himself”: he was curled up on the sofa and raised an eyebrow at me that said, “What sort of time is this for my dinner, you dirty stop-out?” You know how dogs can be. I had brought him back some steak though, so that soon changed his tune. He wolfed it down without a backward glance. Alan is many things, but he is clearly not a Buddhist.
