eona whines into my face. She knows I’ll crawl out of bed, step into my boots, bundle into my husband’s heavy coat, and follow her outside. She’s a 40-pound contradiction—wants walks in the deep of night, stalks away when her name is called, and is not the Labrador retriever that the
Cold Comfort
Feb 27, 2024
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