The next was a pet shop on the Josefstaetter
Strasse that sold some cat and dog stuff, but also used bicycles,
handmade birdhouses, and diving equipment. The owners were an
old couple and a sad-eyed Saint Bernard that must have been twenty.
The dog had his own full-lenght couch, from which he never moved.
I never understood how the place survived, because no one was
ever in there, and the goods for sale had the lopsided look of
things that had sat in the same spot for years. (Sleeping
in Flame) |
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