A dogs love story - Aaron Orosz
Can I tell you a story of how I met Ted? He's my dog. He's the love of my life, and I learned a lot about my dad the day we got him. The night I first learned of Ted's abuse was when I knew we needed to do something. -----_--------_------- I walked through the backdoor into the kitchen and noticed my dad, Jim, leaning in the doorway. He was staring at me. "Where have you been all afternoon?" he growled. "Dad, I was with Havana," I said, looking at him. I didn't want to say where I had been. I knew he would be upset. "No." He said sternly. "You were with him!" He quickly stood up straight and pointed his finger at me. "You lied to me. You told me that you would be studying, and you lied." I stood there waiting for him to continue. But he didn't; he just stared at me. I didn't know what to say. I shrugged. I broke the tension by rolling my eyes. "I'm sorry. I've been watching him from my room. Th...