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Caroline was taking care of a dog, and his owner
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CAZ stood beside the open door of the bus and checked the names of boarding passengers on her tablet. “This is our third trip with you,” Mavis confided as her husband took her hand and helped her aboa
I’D just let Joey, my young Labrador, off the lead when I saw Spike for the first time. It was early; the grass was drenched in dew and there were few people about. He was a powerful-looking man stand
Her son had come to a decision, but had he thought it through?
YOU’VE gone very pale. I hope you’re not going to faint.” “I’ll do my best not to,” Caz struggled not to sound sarcastic. “Let’s get you over to that bench,” the dog owner suggested. “Do you mind if I
My ‘soul dog’ Ben had once saved my life. Now he’d sent someone who needed my help in return.
J e an’s hand trembled as she pulled ...