Further to Fall in Love
Rufus, on the other hand, is territorial and protective and has gotten worse in his old age.
I slip my fingers under his collar and hold him back before he has a chance to lunge at Jim. “Hey, buddy,” Jim says, holding out his hand. “Remember me?”
All of my parents’ dogs are mixed breeds, rescued from the local shelter. Rufus is the oldest of the bunch, and I think my mom had just brought him home the last time I remember Jim coming around. Rufus growls but sniffs Jim’s hand. He considers him for a minute, then wags his tail. He’s a German Shepherd and Malamute mix and can be hard to handle when he goes on the defense. I’m glad he’s good with Jim, because there’s something telling when your d
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