A few days ago I wrote about a gallon of milk.  Which reminded me of something I once saw in Detroit.

One bright Saturday morning on the way to the corps I had just turned south off of Davisson onto Dexter.  On the west side of the street was a man walking on the sidewalk, a dog by his side.  The dog was carrying a plastic jug of water by its handle in his mouth.  Impressive.

Another Detroit memory.  Near our corps lived a three-legged dog missing a front leg.  It was fascinating to see the dog move along quite well.

I’ll write again sometime about other Detroit dogs.