A very young cowboy disregarded his wife’s wishes. While she was at the theatre seeing the movie Brooklyn, I made a quick trip to the pet store. It was hard not to feel sorry for the various pets behind bars looking out with pleading eyes. There was one dog that really caught my eye. I asked the attendant how long the pooch had been there and she said six weeks. Two weeks more and he’d be sent to The Dumb Friends League. She said his name was Rusty and that he was three years old. I hope my wife isn’t shocked when she returns from the movie. But really, how could a cowboy pass on a dog with his own western hat and eyes that said, ….’me mister, please.’
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