I’ve lived in and around major cities, but never in the Midwest.

Fuck about a year ago or so I was driving home from work at 5am and there was a loose dog in the street. I pulled over, popped my door open, and it hopped inside and rolled over for belly rubs. Sweetest little thing ever, and if I had not been paying attention, it would have been a pancake.

Maybe I’ve always lived in places with good animal control. I couldn’t imagine stray dogs being let roam around in any of the places I’ve spent significant parts of my life. I once lived in a place that was regularly broken into, but God forbid there be a dog roaming around unattended.