Feel good, feel awful?

Looking for glimmers of hope during somewhat discouraging times

These days, our collective mood is either sad, wrecked and trashed or so tender: like the dogs whose parents — I call them that with a straight face — put rubber booties on their paws to protect them from sidewalk glass, bits of plastic and fentanyl foil. Kai, at Nature’s Pet on NW 21st, sells thick rubber dog boots meant for serious hikes, and lighter…