Chapter 6
“Here you go.”
Faith placed the leftover slices of ham from her dinner into a bowl, then set it onto the floor of the stall where she was temporarily housing the wolfhound. Papa had agreed to let her keep him only until she could find him new home. She smiled victoriously at that. He’d said the same thing about the three ducks, five cats, two geese, and a tortoise she’d also brought home in the past year, and all of them still lived at the old dairy barn. He’d come around to accepting this one in time, too.
The dog rushed forward.
“Slow down,” she warned.
The dog didn’t listen, and within seconds, the meat slices were gone. Faith sighed. If he wasn’t sick before, he might very well be after this dinner.
“That was honey-glazed ham with pieces of pineapple that Mama sent for
