I looked at him. He was standing by the kennel, chain taut, looking at me with that very gaze that carried more understanding than many human words. — My God… — I whispered, feeling shivers run down my skin. — You saved my life. I crouched beside him, hugged him around the neck, and he…
A cracking sound rang out, the smell of burnt bark filled the air, and sparks flew in all directions. I jumped back, covering my face with my hands. For a moment, I froze, unable to breathe. Only after a few seconds did I realize: if it weren’t for my stubborn dog, I would have been…
I stopped, breathing heavily, and suddenly realized: we wouldn’t get far like this. If he continued, I would truly fall and break everything I could. I had to make a decision. I climbed down, looked him sternly in the eyes, and said: — Fine. If you’re so smart, you’ll stay on the chain. The sky…
I shooed him away again, even threatening sternly: — Are you leaving now or not? Let me cut these branches in peace! But barely had I climbed a little higher when he grabbed my pants again and pulled me down. I barely held on, my heart in my throat—one wrong move and I could have…
Ow! Are you crazy? — I hissed. — Let go! But he didn’t let go. He braced himself against the ladder with his paws and pulled me down, as if on purpose. Inside me, irritation battled with a strange sense of unease. “Why is he doing this?” I thought. “Is he playing? But no, there…
What are you doing? — I said, nervously smiling. — Stay down. I tried to shoo him away, waving my hand, but he stood up on his hind legs again, gripping the rungs with his front paws. Then he even grabbed the edge of my pants with his teeth and pulled me down so sharply…
placed the ladder against the trunk and started to climb. But barely had I taken a few steps when I felt a push from behind. I turned around and couldn’t believe my eyes. My dog was trying to climb the ladder after me. His paws slipped, his claws clattered against the metal, and his eyes…
I remember that day clearly. The morning was gray: the sky covered with clouds, the air still and heavy. It seemed like rain could pour at any moment. But I decided not to postpone the task—I needed to cut the dry branches of the old apple tree near the house. The ladder had been ready…
The cabin is non-negotiable,” Richard’s attorney declared during mediation. “The property was purchased during the marriage and is a significant asset that must be liquidated and divided.” What no one knew then was that I had already secured the one thing that mattered most. Three months before filing for divorce, sensing the marriage was beyond…
Our wedding was featured in the local society pages. By the time our son turned three, Richard’s career had taken off, bringing wealth but also growing distance. Eventually, that distance included Stephanie, a junior partner at his firm. When I discovered their affair, the divorce that followed was bitter and public. Richard’s powerful family used…