That woman lost her dog, I guess. She keeps walking up and down the street calling "Crumpet! Crumpet!"

What kind of a name for a dog is Crumpet? That sounds like something shove into your mouth, like a donut. Or what you shit out AFTER eating the donut.

I can hear her out there, calling "Crumpet! Crumpet!"

I stuck my head out the window, just far enough to be heard but not enough to be seen. I called out "Crumpet! Crumpet!"

Part of me hopes that Crumpet is nothing but road-kill, just a smear of grape jelly on a burnt English muffin.

Part of me just misses him. Even though I never got to pet him. Even though I would have scared his owner. Even though he probably wouldn't have licked my face.

I hear her out there calling, "Crumpet! Crumpet!"

Poor little dog.