Acupuncture After The Apocalypse

Griffin the Dog Embarks

Friday will be the day Griffin the dog embarks on his mission. Levi is scheduled to speak at Midwestern University; first he’s meeting with civic leaders (read: fundraising) and then making a public address. That one will be for students and faculty and whomever else shows up. The latter audience will include me, and one small dog with a penetrating, unignorable bark.

It’s impossible to predict what Griffin will do when he sees Levi in this setting. Will he even recognize his former owner? Will he even care if he does? Griffin likes it here with me. He’s content lying on the gigantic dog bed in the living room. And he’s not exactly shy about demanding pats from other people—me, Jenna’s boys, Dr. Cohen—I bet he’d even be happy to have a zombie pet him, if I’d allow it.

If Griffin doesn’t spontaneously trot over to Levi, I’ll need a Plan B as a way to reach him. And time is running short. There are only a couple more weeks before the election. But on the bright side, if Griffin doesn’t chum up to Levi, at least I’ll still have my dog.

Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.