It seemed like the perfect plan. Get out of town. Fast, and wait for the shrapnel of my blown-up life to settle. I took a job in a small-and I do mean small-town up north as a pet groomer. There's nothing to do, no place to go, so I should be able to stay out of trouble. Except there's this dog. No one seems to know where he belongs, and he thinks he belongs with me, so he follows me everywhere. When his owner finally does...