I came to choose a puppy. The first time I saw a dog
Oleksii stood near the shelter, hesitating. In his hand, he clutched a small slip of paper with an address—already damp from the light November drizzle. A worn sign reading “Tailed Friend” hung askew, as if it too were tired. His wet jacket clung to his back, but he didn’t seem to notice. The creak of … Read more