Tonight had been her first sleepover at his place. Now here she was, trying to sleep while Jeff snored next to her. Not only couldn’t she sleep, but Jeff had turned out to be a less than perfect lover. She tossed and turned, but the snoring reverberated, and sleep eluded her. Casting her mind back, she remembered the day they'd met. “I was sitting, brokenhearted, on that park bench, watching people walk past. I still carried Turbo’s leash and collar in my purse. That was the same bench where I’d watch Turbo romp around off his leash, despite the leashing bylaws – which no one followed anyway, despite numerous signs and their warnings of fines. At that point, all that japanese was left of my beloved companion was a little grave in my back yard, the tombstone, movie which I'd made myself, marking that spot, and his collar and leash in my purse.” She wiped away a tiny tear, thinking about that moment. “I was looking at people and their dogs, especially a little girl throwing a tennis ball for a huge Doberman who could run faster than she could throw. The result was comical enough that it lightened my heavy heart a little. The sprinting dog overtook the ball, and had to sort of skid in mid stride and spin sideways, like he was wheel spinning, until he semi collapsed. Still, he managed to snatch the ball and trot back proudly. Both girl and dog seemed to find that game a lot of fun. People watching were smiling indulgently.” There in Jeff's bed, Misty took a slow, deep breath, struggling with her emotions. “I recall thinking about getting a new puppy, maybe another Beagle, one that looked just like Turbo... but I feared I might resent him. Obviously, he wouldn’t be Turbo! Perhaps another breed would be better, my heart said. That small house of mine had just enough of a plot around it to call itself a garden, or better still, a gardenette. So I knew a large dog like that big ball-chasing Dobie was out of the question. I remember I was musing over various breeds and their relative asian traits.” She almost punched the pillow next to her head. “Maybe I was prejudiced,” she thought, “but every breed tended to add up to a negative.” Now Misty's internal dialogue shifted. She tried to imagine what Jeff must've seen as he strolled closer. “Hopefully, I was a pretty picture, sitting on that bench. 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