Mr. Starbuck’s narrative was so upsetting to Brad, that he felt compelled to reach out to a member of his support network.
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How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
Since Brad had forgotten to write down the office hours, the waiting room was full when he got there. From the elevator ride he recognized the stylish poodle, who’d introduced himself as Mr. Starbuck.
Accompanied in the elevator by a stylish poodle, Brad commented on how it was a coincidence they were both going to the 86th floor.
On accepting the job of dog therapist, Brad was told to take the ferry to an office on the 86th floor of a twin tower. The building affected Brad like something remembered from an uneasy dream.
Stopping for lunch at a local diner Clive ran into Ukifune, who had just come from Brad’s interview with the Academy of Dog Therapists. From their conversation Clive surmised what had transpired.
As Brad was being interviewed for the job of treating dogs with PTSD, Clive arrived in town. Disturbed by the unusual ratio of dogs to humans, he stood at the river’s edge considering the problem.
The interview was not what Brad had expected.
Brad was sent for an interview on the 13th floor of an office building on the other side of town. He encountered few people in the streets, most having perished in the pandemic. The dogs were alive, though traumatized.
As young men do, Brad wandered hither and thither in search of gainful employment, and found it as he was passing behind a strip mall.
Using the can-opener on her multipurpose knife, Ukifune quickly freed the Well-Dressed Albatross and Mr. Love from the container. The Well-Dressed Albatross was thrilled. Mr. Love slunk away in defeat.