“You can’t run out in the road! You have to hold my hand. Do you understand how dangerous this is?”
I heard her strained voice long before I stepped out of the trail that leads through a patch of woods near my house in Seattle. My little dog, Jasper, was picking his way through the suddenly purple flowers and the moss, stopping to smell for the bunnies a…
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