I blurted out, “Can I take him home?” without giving it much thought. It felt spontaneous and careless, just the kind of stuff I normally shunned. Pets were theoretically permitted in my apartment building, but I had no immediate plans to obtain one. I couldn’t say no, though, because of the way he stared at me.

The officer blinked, obviously taken aback by my abrupt choice. “Are you certain? He will require attention, tolerance, and possibly even instruction. Are you ready for that?

I looked down at him once again. His eyes, those deep, soulful pools of trust, met mine as his tail thudded feebly against the pavement. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I believe so.”

With a seventy-pound hound sprawled across my passenger seat, drooling contentedly onto the upholstery