Part 2 I want to tell you about the nights, because the nights are where this starts. Cedar Hollow is not staffed overnight. We do not have the budget for it. The building closes at six p.m. and opens at eight a.m., and for those fourteen hours the animals are alone in the building together…
Part 2 I want to tell you about Eli before I tell you the rest, because you need to know him a little to understand what this meant. Eli is six. He is small for six. He has his father’s dark eyes and a cowlick at the back of his head that no amount of…
Part 2 I want to tell you about Walter, even though I did not learn most of this until afterward, because you should know who he was before I tell you what the dog did. Walter’s full name was Walter Brenner. He was sixty-eight years old that winter. He had grown up on the southwest…
Part 2 I want to tell you what the back room looked like, because the next five years of this story turn on what I found in it. The room was full of smoke down to about knee height and the heat was the kind of heat that you feel through turnout gear as a…
Part 2 I want to tell you about the seven returns, briefly, because the seven returns are the wound this story heals. The first family kept Wendell three weeks. They brought him back because, they said, he was “too big for the apartment.” That one I could almost understand. The second family kept him nine…
Part 2 I want to tell you about my father, because you are going to need to know the kind of man he was for the end of this to land the way it landed on me. My father was not a soft man, on the outside. He was a track maintenance man for the…
I got down that slope on my backside. Loose gravel. Wet mesquite. The kind of drop where a man my age โ fifty-pound gut, bad knee โ has no business being. But Mason had already gone over and I wasn’t going to be the kind of trucker who watched. The flashlight beam jumped around in…
Part 2 I need to tell you about Daisy before I tell you the rest, because Daisy is not an unusual dog and that is somehow the whole point. Daisy is a Golden Retriever. She was six years old when this started. I got her as a puppy from a breeder outside the Quad Cities,…
Part 2 I need to tell you how we got the dog, because the way we got the dog turns out to be the whole story, and I did not know that for almost a year. We got our Golden Retriever in the summer before last โ so, the summer before the school year I…
Part 2 The missing boy’s name was Caleb Foss. He was eight years old. He was visiting the area with his family โ they were not locals; they were from Phoenix, up for a long weekend, staying at a rental cabin near the Hermosa Creek trailhead. Caleb had wandered off on a Saturday afternoon. It…