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

past me, straight at Buster.

“Dad,” Ryan said, his voice tight. “I thought you were joking about bringing… him.”

“It’s Christmas, Ryan,” I said, trying to keep my smile fixed. “Buster is family. He can’t be alone for two days. He gets confused.”

Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked back at his wife, Jessica, who was busy staging a photo of the continue reading …