There she is…. a gorgeous, young-faced Heeler pads quietly down the path at night. It’s quiet… and she looks exhausted. Long shifts at the hospital, and the looming pain of infertility. She’s a sad, lonely thing… You stand silently, leaning against a light post. It’s dark… no one around… it’d be easy to steal her away and show her the love she’d been missing. The need to pamper her bubbles in your stomach… she nears your spot, oblivious in her need to get home and rest