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

waving her hand dismissively. “I need to see the cushion.”

Barnaby flinched, waking up confused. He tried to scramble up, but his back hips gave out. He whimpered—a sound that cut right through my soul.

“Ugh, he’s shedding everywhere,” the woman wrinkled her nose, looking for a sales attendant. “Can someone get this dirty thing off the merchandise? I continue reading …