Girlie — Part 1 of 4
My one and only dog-sitting gig
It was the early Eighties. I had spent the better part of the previous year hitchhiking around the country. I was starting to get tired of that and wanted to stay in one place for awhile. There was a two-inch thick manuscript in my backpack that wasn’t getting any thicker on the road. I needed some stability so I could finish that novel.