a fire horse – part four

  Previously on part one, part two, and part three.   “Go peepee now. Hurry.” I snapped at the dog. He glanced up at my direction, lifted his leg, and started to walk away. “No. I have to leave. Come on.” I jerked the leash and pulled him inside the gate. I filled their bowls with fresh water and grabbed the keys. “I’ll be back. … Continue reading a fire horse – part four