A Dead Dog Story.

So a couple of weeks ago, I was driving to work and the neighbor a couple of doors down was going to, what I thought was, his work. The scene was idyllic with him getting into the car and his wife and two daughters waving goodbye at the front door. I stopped and commented to him how that was the perfect image of domestic bliss – one happy family. His reply was a bit a bit terse and I drove on.

I saw him again today and he explained he was not going to work - he was carrying the body of the family dog into the car to dispose of it. The dog, older than both their children, had died in the night and they were all grief stricken. I was a little off the mark with the domestic bliss and happiness thing.