Gentle Doesn’t Mean Silent: A Big Dog Teaches a Boy Boundaries

my fur brushed his jeans.

A boy near the front whispered something to another boy, both of them staring at me like I was a wolf in a story.

A woman with a bright ponytail and a stiff smile stepped toward Sarah.

“Hi,” she said, too sweet. “You’re Sarah, right?”

Sarah’s whole body went still.

“Yes.”

The woman’s eyes flicked to me.

“I’m Trish,” she said. “Mason’s continue reading …