
Timid Pup Avoids Strangers but Discovers Love in My Open Arms
The first time I saw him, he was a shadow slipping silently between the trees near the park. Thin and wary, his movements were slow, deliberate, and laced with caution. His coat was a patchwork of matted fur, and his ribs showed through his skin, a testament to his struggle to survive. His eyes, though,…