My 11/04/25 postcard features a dog statue sitting just inside the trophy shop window, located just off Central. It is poised like he’s waiting for someone who never quite arrives. Around him stand trophies and ribbons, while he remains the one prize that isn’t for sale, I’ve asked. I’m the passerby who keeps wishing to take him home. Each time I walk by, it sparks the memory of the song, “(How Much Is) That Doggie in the Window?”
