” he said, his voice shaking. “You and Mom don’t share DNA, right?”
“No, we don’t.”
“But you’re family. You chose each other. So why can’t I choose Barnaby?”
I sat there, stunned. He was right.
Barnaby isn’t a show dog. We found him at a high-kill shelter four years ago. He’s a Boxer-Lab mix with a crooked tail, a graying muzzle, and a history of abuse continue reading …