She was living in the thick underbrush near the riverbank, skinny and scrounging for food among the garbage left by weekday fishermen and many others.
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,