Dogs of Dreamtime
A Story about Second Chances and the Power of Love
Excerpt: Chapter 1
Searching for the Dalai Lama
No more than eight weeks old, with round puppy tummy, she was obsidian black, with fluffy white shawl around neck and chest. She had a white muzzle, with a blaze traveling up and over the top of her head, meeting up with white scruff between shoulders. Four white socks. Little tan eyebrows. No tail.
As I was busy soaking in every detail, I could have sworn I heard her say, “I’ve come back to be with you.”