I saw her on the pavement outside Surfside Restaurant in Strand. She was big and black; her coat was drenched in an oily wetness; she crouched as if to resist going further  and cringed in a way so horrible that I heard myself asking: “What’s wrong with your dog?  Why is she so scared?” Young and tall and lean, tattooed and pierced with earrings across his face, he laughed … [Read more...]