After grabbing plates of pizza, they sat on the floor in the living room and chatted with each other. I stayed back and let Mars take control. He needed this as much as they did, knowing that he was helping pups who were just like him.
Four hours later, Mars concluded the group therapy session and let the children run free in our living room. Leaning against our tan leather couch, Mars whispered something to the young pup in his lap, earning him a huge grin and a face full of hair from her when she nodded her head and her pigtails went flying.
My heart fluttered at the sight. One day, we’d have a pup like her as our own. She’d fall asleep on Mars’s chest, her snores drifting through the pack house; she’d jump up onto his back, wrap her arms around his shoulders, and giggle into his ear.
