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June 21, 2007
I’m not sure why I agreed to this, but I find myself driving three hours out of the city as darkness falls, to meet a friend of a friend in a McDonald’s parking lot. The purpose of the meeting is to pick up two dogs, rescued from a bad situation, and bring them to their new home in the city. In retrospect, meeting a stranger-ish guy in a parking lot, especially a McDonalds one, doesn’t seem like the brightest idea. But all goes well, though the dogs are actually 120 pounds each, rather than the 85 I was told.