An Ode To A Dog That’s Not Mine (but doesn’t know it)

The first day Nila showed up, she ran through the front door of our house, ambled up the spiraled steps to our bedroom, and then couldn’t get back down. It turns out that short, fat basset hound legs aren’t made to descend steep, slippery steps. She stood at the top of the stairs, her droopy […]

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