My Mom Blocked Me to Save My Dog—and It Saved Me Too

Sitting in the passenger seat, looking at me with confused, soulful brown eyes, was Barnaby.

Barnaby wasn’t just a dog. He was a Wirehaired Pointing Griffon—a shaggy, bearded, old-soul of a dog with a sensitive stomach and a heart of gold. He required a specific, expensive hypoallergenic kibble. He needed monthly allergy medication.

I looked at him. continue reading …