The Puppy Had a Note Tied to Her Paw-and Someone Promised to Call at Noon

them. She struggled for several seconds, then pressed her face into the front of my sweater.

Lena stood nearby with the medical foster instructions in her hand.

“You said no,” she reminded me.

“I know.”

“One week?”

“One week.”

I tucked the note beneath the edge of Sophie’s blanket and carried her toward my truck…
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