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

furry paperweight against despair.

Last night, Jackson asked me a question I’ve been turning over ever since.

We were in the living room. The storm had passed weeks ago, but the cold still lingered in the corners of the house. He was lying on the rug with his head on Barnaby’s side, fingers absently tracing patterns in the dog’s fur.

“Mr. Frank?” he said.continue reading …