Monday, September 15, 2008
The thunderstorm comes on quickly. It is Wyoming.
Onto the porch pads a wet dog. It has clear marks of abuse.
They dry it off and feed it. It falls asleep in the kitchen and the dad stays with it.
They get a good couple of months, good weather. It manages brightness.
The two girls love the new dog. It only takes a minute or two to frame their three faces.
Later on, another thunderstorm hits. It is a shock to the whole family that the dog disappears.