Chapter 1“‘I know this may sound like a strange request,’” Allie Karlin read, “‘but I’m hoping I can borrow a dog.’ That does sound a bit strange.” Allie sipped her coffee, glancing over the rim of her mug at her Hienz 57 mutt curled up on his bed. His tail thumped once, twice. Either he knew she was watching or he was having a wonderfully good dream, which made Allie a bit jealous. She couldn’t recall the last time she slept so soundly. Her gaze shifted back to the laptop screen to finish reading the post made roughly two hours ago in a local dog group, suggesting she wasn’t the only one having trouble sleeping.
I’m not going to steal your dog or anything weird. Think of it more as requesting a playdate, if you will. My girl passed away four months ago and while I like to think I’m throu
