HE WOULDN’T STOP FOLLOWING ME. I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS TRYING TO SAVE HIS MOTHER’S LIFE.
The morning started quiet. Too quiet. I was halfway through my patrol on the forest road when I heard it. Soft paw steps. Persistent. Following me. I turned. A German Shepherd puppy stood in the middle of the dirt path. His fur was matted with mud. His tiny paws were scraped raw. He was trembling…
