My cousin Therese recently adopted a pound puppy she named Stella after losing her first pound puppy Jerusalem at the ripe old age of 16. Well, we think Jerusalem was real. No one could be sure. Whatever had happened to him in his previous life had apparently left him very nervous about people – all people, all the time.
So most of us never saw much more of Jerusalem than two eyes staring at us from under whatever piece of furniture Therese was either standing by or sitting on at the time.
This meant that Jerusalem needed little more than