Maggie asked, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” She lay Kyle’s blanket on the floor then placed him in the center on his back.
I knelt next to Buck and stroked his back. “He’s not that dog anymore.”
Buck watched Kyle with his good eye, the other cloudy with a vertical scar.
Maggie looked at him with her arms ready to snatch Kyle in an instant.
Buck sniffed and I let him go, still holding his leash. “Buck, gentle.” He paced the perimeter of the blanket, sniffing, before laying down on the edge and licking Kyle’s hand.