Him or her?!
I turned right to the hallway, to the ladies room at the end of the aisle. I wondered if it was the same dog I saw the last time, wondered if he was still alive. It wasn’t, it was a different one this time. And he was napping, I’m not sure if he was dreaming. I’ve been to so many public bathrooms, not as filthy, still disgusting enough for a dog not to sleep on the gray dirty tiles of the public bathroom of the Park. He was pretty, a very pretty dog. What was he doing there?
7.Jun.17 – Ankara, Turkey