Alerting for Danger
Rocky raced to the groceries, wagging his tail yet barking with the intensity of an urgent declaration.
“What’ve you got there, buddy?” I asked, catching up. The bags sat innocently, but Rocky acted as if they posed an invisible threat.
As he sniffed and yapped, it felt like a light bulb flickered in my mind, hinting that perhaps the old mystery pooch was more of a hero than I’d realized.