I MET A DOG named Wolfgang Deckers. Wolfgang had ice blue eyes. At first I thought he was blind because all I could see where two misty marbles as he got up to say hello. Then he looked at me and I could see the pinpoint black pupils staring directly. I paused still – I thought he might pounce and bite into my face. But Deckers just walked off to get his red ball so we could play. Deckers was old, I could tell from his thick, matted coat. Deckers spent all day tied to this pole out here. People underestimated him, I thought. He was sharp. But then he was bored, he was tired and had been tamed.