He was nervous all week. Wouldn’t admit it out loud, but I could tell. Every time I mentioned introducing the baby to the dogs, he’d just tighten his jaw and nod. “We’ll see how it goes,” he kept saying.
These dogs were his before they were ours. They slept at his feet through the worst days of his depression. They watched his last relationship fall apart. And they bark at everything—the mailman, falling leaves, even FaceTime rings.
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