What a sweet dog!” I said, in Spanish.“She is a sweet dog,” the man walking her answered, in English. He had an Irish accent and was walking the young dog down the street as my husband, Peter, and I made our way home from dinner.“And she has no idea what will happen tomorrow,” he added.“What will happen tomorrow?” I asked.“She will get on a plane and fly to California!” he said.“Really?”“Really,” He sounded a little sad.“Are you going with her?” I asked.“No,” he said, “I am not. I’ve just been taking care of her until she is ready for her ...