The town dogs gather in tired shade of the square to sleep off lunchtime pizza crusts tossed in back of Tony’s Ristorante on Main. Because of Tony, they make it through every winter – Dirko, Chazzy, Lumpy, Sailor and Blue Eyes. In midsummer this year on a Friday night, my guy Ben and I bought a pizza from Tony’s and these five dogs started following us. Now the seven of us are regulars around 7pm on Fridays. You’d be surprised how dogs can tell time. So we walk to the square and everybody gets a slice. Tony cuts it special for us. Nobody steals anybody else’s. Then they head back to Tony’s to mooch off someone else – except for Lumpy who always liked the way Ben scratched his ears. Then Ben would give him a Styrofoam bowl of fresh water after the others had gone. Lumpy is old, see, and started spending weekend nights with us. Finally, Lumpy gave in and has stayed every night this last month of summer. We call him Lumpy, but really he’s wrinkly. Only a name like Wrinkly just doesn’t carry the same cachet as a name like Lumpy. So Lumpy and his name stayed. We don’t know how long we have with him because his muzzle is white. We keep him full of pizza, a muffin now and then, and canned dog food. Lumps knew it was his time to retire from the streets. He was just lookin’ for the right home. Seems Ben and I pass muster.