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That was the last time I saw that dog. I reached the spot where he had slipped into the woods and I tried to follow him, but any remnant of light at that point in the evening completely vanished as soon I stepped between the trees. I held my breath and listened in case I might be able to hear the ringing from his collar again, but he was gone. Eventually, I retraced my steps and followed the road back up to my apartment where I found my brother finishing up the chicken on the grill. We checked outside a few times during dinner in case the smell of the meat brought our visitor back around, but to no avail. Heading to bed that night, I realized that I still don’t know how to grill. Continue reading