The way he was speaking to me reminded me of the first time Senora called me Toby. I instantly understood what was happening — just as the men had pu… - W. Bruce Cameron

My girl was shivering. “You’re okay. You’re okay,” Dad told her. “Lily’s okay, too.” “I was scared,” Maggie Rose replied weakly. “Lily just sank. I thought she’d dog paddle.” “Not all dogs can swim,” Dad told her. “Lily’s a pit bull mix, and pits are pretty heavy. All that muscle. They can’t float, so some of them can’t doggy paddle. Don’t go in after her again, Maggie Rose, hear me? Call for me. Got it?

a dog’s job was to do what people wanted.

He’s not a pet. That’s why his cage is glass, the kind of glass where we can see him but he can’t see us. We’re just taking care of him until his leg is better, and then he’ll go back to the park. He can’t get used to people feeding him or petting him or dogs playing with him, or he won’t be safe in the wild, see? My dad rescued him. He’s a game warden. He found Sammy caught in an illegal trap, and he even arrested the men who put the trap out!” The animal was moving in such a tantalizing manner — quick little hops, its head making sudden jerky motions. I knew it must want to play Chase Me! I peered up at Maggie Rose and whined a little.