The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

is authentic,” the woman said to her friend. “If I strip the finish and reupholster it, it would fit the mid-century modern vibe of the loft perfectly.”

My heart hammered. To her, it was a project. To me, it was Barnaby’s safe haven.

She walked up to the chair and snapped her fingers loudly right next to Barnaby’s ear.

“Hey! Move it, mutt,” she said, continue reading …