The warm light inches up her body, drawing the dew from her coat. She closes her eyes to the frequent rush of stale air and
I had never worked with a rescue group, but my husband and I had rescued dogs on our own, fixed them up, made sure they
We didn’t need a big dog, we already had two big dogs, but that brown lab was the saddest animal I’d ever seen, and I
I said I wasn’t going to do it again. I wasn’t going to set myself up for heartbreak and regret, but I did and Iris
As the crow flies, past the fence, fields and far tree line, across a small town and an inlet bay, sand, silt, and seaweed rise,
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