New York Stray
In one of my moments of despair following my husband’s death, I decided to go to a play, hoping that a night at the theater would lift my spirits. I lived in the East Village, and the theater was on Thirty-fourth Street. I decided to walk. Within five minutes, a mongrel dog started to follow me. It did all the things that a dog normally does with its owner – exploring some distance away and then running back to check on its companion. I became intrigued by the animal and stopped to pet it, but it scampered away. Some passers-by also seemed taken with the dog and tried to coax it to come to them, but it ignored them. I bought an ice-cream cone and offered some to the dog, but it still wouldn’t come near me. As I approached the theater, I wondered what would become of the dog. Just before I entered, it finally approached me and looked me full in the face –
Again, can you predict the ending?
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