The Dog I Rescued From a Lake Had One Strange Habit — Every Night, He Faced North and Waited. I Did Not Understand It Until His Real Owner's Mother Called Me.

Synopsis

I want to tell you about the eight months I had Lake before the phone call, because you need to understand the ordinary, good shape of those months to understand what the strange thing in the middle of them turned out to mean. Lake healed. It took time — it took most of two months of careful feeding and vet visits and slow walks — but he healed, and he…