Night One - Galway Bay

The first thing I see is a Dalmation sitting on a barstool, its large, mournful eyes fixed on a takeout container of Thai food. This makes me turn around to look back at the stairs we’ve just descended to be sure I didn’t make a wrong turn somewhere. I figure maybe I'll a sign reading “Thai Food for Grieving Dogs” or “Ye Olde Dog Sittery” or maybe “That Fever Dream You Had That One Time.”

But, no, I’m in the right place.

I eventually get used to the Dalmation, and the fact that he’s seated on a barstool instead of sitting on the floor like, you know, a dog would, and I even manage to get used to his doleful gaze that later settles on all the popcorn being thrown in our faces. But as prepared as I think I am, an hour later when a second dog viciously attacks my leg, I pretty much scream like a small, easily frightened girl.