Surreality.

I went for a long walk tonight after work.  I threw on my neck warmer as a mask due to the pollution.  It seems to be getting thicker yet.  I walked a little bit of a different route in that I crossed over to the other side of the tidal bore and walked up a new road they are creating.  It will be nice if they finish it, as far as a view of the port goes.  I am surprised it hasn't been done before.

Anyway, I walk home after an hour and a half or two of walking, and as I approach the stairs on the side of my building, I thought I heard a dog whine.  It is the same kind of whine that the girl dog would do when she wanted in.  As I got to the top of the steps, there she is, bloody head and all.  It looks as if her ear was winged, and she still has an open wound, but other than that, she seems okay.

The owner and a bunch of students were near and I showed him the dog.  I don't know what he wants me to do with her.  I am supposed to keep her and feed her for tonight?  I don't know.  I am just happy she is safe; for now.  It was the boy dog he shot.  Hmmm.  Weird.  When it came to biting, he was even more timid than her.  I can't imagine him having bitten someone.

This is nuts.