They Told Me I Could Only Take One Dog Home Until I Saw What Happened When They Tried to Separate Them

The Door She Almost Didn’t Open

Margaret Jensen drove to the county animal shelter on a Thursday morning in November with very modest intentions and a practical list of requirements she had rehearsed during the forty-minute drive as though preparing for a sensible transaction rather than an act of the heart.

One dog. Small. Calm. Not a puppy, because continue reading …