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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 — so, the summer before the school year I…
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Part 2 The missing boy’s name was Caleb Foss. He was eight years old. He was visiting the area with his family — 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…
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Part 2 I need to tell you about Biscuit, and about how my father and Biscuit found each other, because the how of it turns out to matter at the very end. Biscuit is not a young dog. Biscuit is, the vet estimates, about eleven years old now. He is a Labrador-and-something mix — black,…
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Part 2 I want to tell you exactly what Gunner did, because for six years we watched it and softened it into something sweet, and the truth underneath it was not sweet, it was something much larger. Ridgeline takes in a lot of puppies. We are a county shelter in a rural-ish part of Tennessee,…
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Part 2 I want to tell you about the eight months I had Lake before the phone call, because you need to understand the ordinary, good shape of those months to understand what the strange thing in the middle of them turned out to mean. Lake healed. It took time — it took most of…
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Part 2 I need to tell you how Karat came to me, because the how of it matters to the kind of dog she turned out to be. Eight years ago, on an ordinary afternoon, a woman came into my shop. She was not a customer. She was carrying a cardboard box, and in the…
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Part 2 I have to tell you how the dog came to be named Bus Driver, because the name tells you everything about Harold, and Harold matters to this story even though Harold is gone. Harold got the dog as a puppy, about a year into his own years of driving the bus, and Harold…
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Part 2 I want to tell you exactly how I discovered it, because it took me a while to even believe it was real. I live alone, or I did then, and a man who lives alone with a dog talks to the dog, and talks to himself, and talks on the phone, and the…
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Part 2 I need to tell you about myself, a little, because you cannot understand why I chose Wink, or why the sentence I said about him mattered so much, without knowing one thing about me. I have a scar. I have had it since I was eleven years old. It runs along the left…
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Part 2 I want to tell you about military working dogs, briefly, because most people do not know how this works, and you need to know it to understand the rest. Military working dogs are soldiers. I do not mean that as a sentimental flourish; I mean it as a fact of how they are…










