 The Dog Who Could Open Doors From Chicken Soup for the Soul: What I Learned from My Dog By Lorraine Rose A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of. ~Ogden Nash He was a blend of Golden Retriever and Irish Setter, with a reddish-gold coat, long and slightly wavy, and a pure white face. His large paws, sporting tufts of fur, resembled webbed feet. His back legs were bowed like an ancient grandpa's, bent and wobbly. My sister Ann jammed on her brakes to avoid hitting him as he stood in the bend of our narrow country road. She got out of the car and approached him as he wagged his tail, his eyes forlorn and grateful. His collar, empty of tags, pinched too tightly around the matted fur of his neck. (Keep reading) |
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