You followed the poodle deep into the night. By the time you catch up, the sun has set and risen. You wish you had some bacon – Mitsy loved bacon – but all you have are strips of velcro. The dog has stopped by a house. You recognize it despite the renovations, new paint, new landscaping, new owners. This was Britney’s place before you guys decided to move in together. The only trace of your lives here is the address. How did you get here? Where did that dog go?