Ashleigh Berlin 
In the time it takes a stranger to record twelve seconds of video on a phone, I reversed into what I thought was a pothole, realized it was a dog, and accidentally detonated my entire life. The Friday I hit the dog, the sky over the parking lot looked like a dirty ceiling tile.I had …
Part 1 – The Fifteenth Shoe By the time my golden retriever stole the fifteenth shoe off someone’s porch, my name was blowing up in the neighborhood group chat, a formal complaint was sitting in my inbox, and a bright orange notice was taped to my front door telling me to control my dog or …
I shoved the animal out the door and watched him tumble down the porch steps. He didn’t bark. He didn’t snarl. He just landed in the snowbank, a heap of matted golden fur, and looked back at me with eyes that were wet, milky, and terrifyingly human. “And stay out,” I growled. I slammed the …
I found the man I’ve loved for forty years freezing to death in a Montana ditch, and the only thing keeping his heart beating was the fur of a dying dog. The clock on the stove read 3:14 AM when I realized the bed beside me was cold. Panic is a funny thing. In the …
The first time my dog growled at my husband, I thought he had stepped on her paw; by the third time, I started to believe she was trying to tell me the truth about the blonde hairs on his shirt. It’s funny how a marriage can feel solid for years and then crack in the …
Part 1 – The Bad Father The internet decided my father was a monster long before I even recognized him in the fifteen–second video everyone was sharing. In the clip, a man in a faded baseball cap shoves a blind old dog out of his pickup at a crowded rest stop, slams the door, and …
Part 1 – The Growl in the Dark By the time I realized the pit bull wasn’t letting me into my own bedroom, my finger was already lifting toward the light switch that could blow our whole house apart. At least, that’s what I would learn later. My name is Marcus, I’m forty, and on …
They put a price tag on a hero’s life today: $40. That was the clearance fee to take home the most decorated officer in our county. He sat behind bars, labeled “defective” because his hips hurt and his muzzle had turned gray. My name is Sarah. I am fifty-two years old. Three weeks ago, on …
Part 1 – The Night Visitor They said the cemetery security camera caught a demon loose in the dark, a black dog ripping into a fresh grave like it was trying to drag the dead man back out. By the time that thirty-second clip finished bouncing around the internet, half the town wanted the dog …
Part 1 – The Day the Therapy Dog Bit Me By the time they pried Angel’s jaws off my arm, a mother was screaming, a little girl was sobbing into her oxygen mask, security was shouting into their radios, and the hospital’s “miracle dog” looked like a rabid monster with my blood on his teeth. …
My partner was dying. He’d saved my life, and now the only thing standing between him and a grave was a five-figure surgery bill that the department just couldn’t cover. Max wasn’t just a “K9 unit.” He was family. He was the 80-pound German Shepherd who’d whine softly from the back of the cruiser until …
He’d saved three officers’ lives and taken a knife to the ribs, but the only date on his calendar was for euthanasia. I’m a vet tech at the County shelter. We see the worst of humanity, but this was a new low. His name was Ares. A nine-year-old German Shepherd. The “Donated By” line on …
Part 1 – The Day a Homeless Man Grabbed My Baby’s Stroller The day a homeless man grabbed my baby’s stroller and sprinted through Central Park, everyone thought they were watching a kidnapping. I thought so too—until three terrifying seconds I can’t stop replaying began to feel wrong in my memory. I was pushing the …
That morning at seven-thirty, my doorbell rang like an end-of-the-world alarm, and when I opened the door, someone was literally handing me a life to save. In the hallway stood Linda, my neighbor. She was hugging an old wicker pet carrier against her chest, and behind the wire door, two yellow eyes stared at me …
Part 1 – The Night the River Tried to Take Him The night my old man tried to pick up his long-dead son from school, the river was already eating the edge of our town, licking at the willow roots and swallowing trash cans whole.By the time I, a six-year-old Golden Retriever with more heart …