The Garage Christmas: A Father, a Son, and the Dog Who Stayed

his dinner party into a ditch.

I stared at the screen until my eyes blurred. My thumb hovered over “Call,” but my pride is a stubborn animal, too.

And mine has never been trained.

Buster lifted his head and looked at me. Those cloudy eyes didn’t ask questions. They just checked in.

Was I still here?

“Yeah,” I said softly. “I’m here.”

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