When My Dog Broke a Window and the Internet Put Us on Trial

behind me. I jumped, nearly dropping the phone.

He was standing there in his Star Wars pajama pants—donated by one of the nurses—and one of my old flannel shirts that swallowed him whole. “Is that the video of Barnaby?” he asked.

I angled the screen away. “Just some boring stuff,” I lied. “Nothing you need to see.”

Barnaby chose that moment to ram his continue reading …