“What a sweet dog!” I said, in Spanish.

“She is a sweet dog,” the man walking her answered, in English. He had an Irish accent and was walking the young dog down the street as my husband, Peter, and I made our way home from dinner. “And she has no idea what will haphe added.

“What will happen tomorrow?” I asked.

“She will get on a plane and fly to California!” he said.

“Really?”

“Really,” He sounded a …