My dog refused to walk home in the freezing snow. He dragged me toward a dark bus stop instead. He knew she was falling apart before I even saw her.
“Barnaby, move! It’s five degrees out here!”
I yanked the leash, but he was a statue. A seventy-pound, scruffy rescue mix planted firmly in a dirty snowbank behind the big-box …
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