September 6, Friday, 3:15 P.M. “You don’t have to do this alone,” Hank said. He was kneeling in front of me, making sure my voice wiring—which he’d insisted on in addition to the two-way radios—was perfectly adjusted. “I know that,” I said flatly. Hank stood up. “I don’t want you to do this alone...
I felt more organized this morning than I really was. I was Ms. Efficiency personified. The computer entry tray was bare. Wayne and I had met at seven, and my schedule for the week was listed in my daily planner. I had toured the kennel and had a nice chat with Harvey, my vet. We agreed that the ...