Allen Nesbitt: 2 books

When the dog was very old, he liked to lie outside in the sun and sleep. When it was too cold outside, he would find a room where the sun illuminated an area of the floor and sink down there. When the man was home, sometimes he would lie on the floor next to the dog and talk softly to him.

When the old man slowly shuffled along the streets mumbling and shouting, the people that he passed moved quickly past him. Some of them felt sorry for him, some wondered why the city didn’t address the homeless problem and others ignored him. He knew something. They didn’t know. But he knew....