I am a criminal, a fugitive from justice: this is my confession.
My usual route for my walks with my Catahoula mix, Goldie, is to turn right off of Meyer St. in Kyle and to go by the library.
Of course, part of the purpose for these walks is for her to do her “business,” and until this day I had not been prepared with a suitable way to dispose of her “business.” Usually, I am well past the library by the time Goldie feels the need to fertilize the yard. But on this particular day, I decided to stop into the library to talk with someone about whether they have any writer’s groups in the area. I tied Goldie up outside, and went in, did my business and came back a little while later. She had held it as long as she could and decided that the library was the place to conclude her business. There wasn’t anything I could do about it, so I just moved on.
