Crate Training Expectations

Shadow—that could have been another name for Diego. He followed me from room to room, looking at me with big eyes and little tail wags. He would lay in the doorway while I curl my hair, stay by my feet when I’m at my desk, and sprawl out on the ottoman in front of meContinue reading “Crate Training Expectations”

Bitten

Breathe, just breathe. You’re almost home. I pulled into the garage, hysterical after leaving the pet hospital. My puffy tearstained eyes looked back at me in the rearview mirror. I kept hearing Dr. A’s voice telling me that Diego could kill somebody and that he is unstable, unpredictable—all things adding up to a push toContinue reading “Bitten”