He was an
attractive dog, as dogs go, with a short red coat and the sleek build of a
greyhound.
The clerk said
he’d been hanging around the gas station for a few weeks, but they’d been
directed not to feed him anything.
People would
see him as they gassed up their cars or trucks, and some would try to tempt him
into their vehicles with gas station hot dogs and the promise of a life of
luxury.
He ignored them
all and waited patiently for that same clerk who surreptitiously snuck out the
back door with food and water.
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