Waiting room

Waiting for word on Sally, arguably the most amazing dog in the world, who had a run-in with a car this afternoon and whose yowling scared me so much I threw down my camera (which I usually guard with my life) and ran to her. My memories are choppy, literally like still images instead of moving ones. (I’ve always seen that way in times of crisis. Maybe we all do.) Word is, she’ll be fine. No broken bones. No internal injuries. Just terrified. That goes for me, too.

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