Ashleigh Berlin 
The night my dead dog appeared on our security camera, I didn’t scream because I believed in ghosts – I screamed because, for one awful second, I was sure my grief had finally snapped something inside my head. A week after we put Pumpkin to sleep, my phone buzzed on the nightstand at 2:13 a.m., …
The tower gave us a strict ten-minute window before the blizzard grounded us indefinitely. But I wasn’t in the cockpit. I was storming the jet bridge, ready to remove a passenger myself. I’ve been flying commercial jets for thirty years. Before that, I flew cargo haulers over the Hindu Kush in the Air Force. I …
Part 1 – The Refused Injection By the time the old man pushed open the clinic door with his blind dog in his arms, he had already decided two lives would end that month; he just wanted the dog to go first. Everyone else only saw a tired stranger and a bundle of dirty fur. …
Part 1 – The Dog at the Window Three nights in a row, my old dog sat frozen at the living room window, wagging his tail at the darkness like someone he loved was standing just outside. By the fourth night, I was sleeping in my recliner with pepper spray in my fist, convinced either …
Part 1 – The Dog Who Scratched at the Wall I thought my marriage was solid until our rescue dog went crazy scratching at a fake wall in the garage and dug up a metal box packed with love letters and photos of a woman I’d never seen before. By the time I opened it …
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. …