Two Minutes Dead, One-Eyed Barnaby Alive: When Family Love Becomes a Bill

did. I nodded, swallowed my stress, and picked up three extra cross-country hauls.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” I used to joke. I didn’t know how close I was to punching that ticket.

My only company on these runs was Barnaby. He wasn’t a purebred. He was a scruffy, wire-haired terrier mix I’d found shivering behind a dumpster in Nevada five years ago.continue reading …