“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…