A friend adopted two delightful dogs three years go. I journeyed to the Bronx to see her wonderful new apartment and to meet Pepper and her sister dog whose name might be Chloe. My friend lives in a beautiful, gigantic, grand apartment building probably built in the early twentieth century (Just guessing!)

I was raised with collies. Old Lyme, Ct. was a combination of village and country. Your animals wandered around the countryside. Other neighbors’ animals wandered into your yard. There was a casual freedom the way dogs and cats were treated. They ate left overs and came and went through a small opening built in the screen door. By the way, I know where Lyme disease gets its name.