For Eight Months a Dog Watched a Door He'd Stopped Believing In. Then a Ten-Year-Old Walked Through It.

Synopsis

I started volunteering at the shelter on Power Inn Road in February, on the Saturday-morning shift, mostly because my own house had gotten too quiet and I needed somewhere to be at 8 a.m. I’m forty-one. I do payroll for a hospital system. I am not a dog person in the way the other volunteers were dog people — I didn’t grow up with them, I don’t have the…