Postcard: Friday night at the shop

Photo by Devon O'Neil
Photo by Devon O’Neil

Maybe it’s wrong to eat pizza in front of the ski-shop dogs on Friday nights. They just sit there and stare at me, hanging on my every bite. Sometimes a sausage crumb hits the carpet and they pounce. More often they just keep staring. I tell them I wish I had unlimited pizza and could give each of them their own slice. I don’t know if they believe me. But I would.