They Said I Couldn’t Keep My Dog—So I Made A Deal I’m Still Paying For
I’ve been out here with Dibs for almost four years. He’s not just a dog—he’s the last thing I got from my brother before he overdosed. Everyone around here knows us. Some people hand us snacks. Some pretend we don’t exist. Whatever. Last winter, though, it got brutally cold. Like, waking-up-with-ice-in-your-hair cold. A shelter van…
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