The Postscript: My Treat Bag
Dax stared at me in disbelief. I am the Treat Lady, and I had no treats. It was inexplicable.
Dax is one of my regular customers. He is a young black dog with a lot of energy. His sister, Zia, is a little older and has the uncanny ability to find me, with or without her owner anywhere in the vicinity. On this particular day, Dax was with his owner on a run, and he was beside himself to suddenly…