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Outside on the sidewalk, Zelda does what every shelter dog does when she first steps out doors — she gives herself one big, long shake. Then she takes a few steps and shakes once more. I imagine her thinking, "Thank God I'm out of there — this feels so much better." And then we walk down the sidewalk toward the lake on the edge of 880. She does her business right away. I pick it up and then we walk some more in the sun and the wind. Soon I'll have to go back to work. Soon this little dog will have to go back in its cage. But we have time right now.