I’m pregnant.Gripping the test in my hand, I can’t stop staring at the blue cross in the window.Tears roll, hot and slow, down my cheeks. I huddle in a low ball, emotion bowing me. My dog, Blue, whines and presses against my side, his warm tongue laving my cheek, his musky scent enveloping me. A familiar comfort.Will my child love…
Sydney Rye and her dog exact justice—the dog doesn't die, but the bad guys do.Blue was as tall as a Great Dane but skinnier, with the snout of a collie, the markings of a Siberian husky, the ears and tail of a shepherd, and the body of a wolf with one blue eye and one brown. Crouched in a sitting…
