Me and my broken dog

We can’t be whole apart from Jesus Relationships consist of broken people, or in this case, a broken dog. Please don’t be offended, but I’ll admit, I was never an animal lover. The whole fur baby mentality made no sense to me, at least not until this...
What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

I came to rest. Why did you come? The last time I was in the Big Apple I went home battered and bruised. A robot intentionally punctured my left lung and I left the city with multiple scars, including one from the rigid plastic tube inserted into my chest to...