Twice Bitten
Goldie had been in the shelter for more than two months. Despite her runway looks – short golden coat, long snout, Cleopatra-lined eyes and athletic build – no one had adopted her. “She’s very sensitive and isn’t eating. If you don’t take her, she’s going to die soon,” a shelter volunteer told me.
Out of the Woods
The high-pitched yelping of an injured animal filled the late afternoon air. My heart stood still. I knew something terrible had happened to my dog, Goldie.
I charged into the woods, running through prickly vines and over crunchy leaves. When I spotted Goldie, she was lying on her side next to a fallen birch tree.