Barnaby didn’t bark. He just sat on the kid’s shoes and leaned his entire 150 pounds against the boy’s legs. It’s the “Newfoundland Lean.” It’s basically a weighted blanket made of love.
The kid froze. “He won’t bite,” I grunted, pulling the leash. “He just thinks he’s a lap dog.”
The boy didn’t pull away. He buried his cold,continue reading …