"I just knew someone would bring me a cardboard box on my 50th birthday, and out would pop a poodle.
The universe had another idea. My birthday week finally arrived, and I had five parties, each unique, but the actual day of my birthday finally came and—no poodle. I was a bit crestfallen.
When I woke up the day after my half-century milestone, a voice spoke in my head: “Go to the animal shelter.” What? I hadn’t been there for at least five or six months. Why would I go to the animal shelter? There were never any poodles there.
I did my best all morning to ignore this voice. After lunch, though, I was out running errands when the voice insisted: “GO TO THE ANIMAL SHELTER!” All right, already, I thought. I drove to the animal shelter."