Its whine climbed in pitch until it became unbearable. “What’s wrong with it?” someone whispered. The animal control officer knelt beside the crate. “Hey, hey. Easy, buddy,” he murmured. But the puppy wasn’t calming down.
It threw itself forward, teeth scraping the bars, paws scraping furiously as if trying to dig its way out. Passengers leaned out of the train windows again, this time with curiosity instead of anger. Some had their phones out, recording.