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

his wet nose into my neck, barking aggressively at the windshield.

“Barnaby, get down! You’re gonna get us killed!” I shouted, trying to shove him away. But he wouldn’t budge. He was trembling, clawing at my chest, forcing me to slow down.

I was so annoyed I pulled onto the emergency shoulder just to put him back in his crate.

That was the last thing continue reading …