Part 1: The Morning My Dog Wouldn’t Stop Scratching at the Door

unevenly. I didn’t want to wake him. He needed rest, even if it came in short, broken stretches.

I was staring out into the fog when I heard it.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

At first, I ignored it. Our dog Baxter usually stayed outside in the mornings. He had a cozy setup on the porch and loved the cool air. If he wanted in, he barked once or twice. This continue reading …