How a stray kept returning until a family—and a town—found its heart.
I hated that dog—right up until he body-checked my four-year-old off the curb and saved her life. One second Lily was doing that bouncy four-year-old walk, singing the alphabet wrong on purpose, the next a rust-colored blur crashed into her little legs and sent her tumbling into my shins. The truck’s grill rushed through the …