Dingo enjoying her favorite pastime. Photo by author.

We were sitting in a hotel room in St. Louis; my mom is on the phone with tears streaming down her face. She hangs up and dials another number and starts asking a bunch of questions about flights. Then the phone is lying silently on the table. Her voice is desperate as she begs my father to let her buy a 750 dollar, one-way flight back home. His head his shaking, as he tells her, “That’s stupid. It’s just a dog.”

My mom has the phone to her ear again…