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

wrong?”

She didn’t answer. She just shoved her phone toward my face.

On the screen was a video.

A shaky, grainy clip filmed through a windshield covered in snowflakes.

My windshield.

My cracked dashboard.

My hands unwrapping a cheeseburger like it was a sacred object.

And there was Buster, taking it from my hand with the slow, gentle dignity of a creature continue reading …