My ex had been surprisingly calm about the speeding ticket, and we could laugh about the incident after I pinky-promised never to speed again.
The weekend started with my ex and I eating breakfast and drinking coffee. My ex read the News section of the local newspaper while I concentrated on the Classifieds session, still looking for a puppy. At that point, I had already learned that using the word "housebroken" in a pet classified ad wasn"t an announcement of the sad "break up in the pet"s home" or impending divorce of their owners" marriage.
That knowledge helped me look for a puppy without deciding between a dog from a broken home or a happy home.
That Sunday, I saw an ad for a schnauzer puppy; Queenie had been the last one of the litter, a sign, I thought as I sat across from my ex
