| You strut down the street, showing off your expensive leather collar with a real diamond at the throat. You can hear your owner praising you as she walks behind you, and your head and tail lift even higher with pride. Your owner stops to talk to friends, who thank her for donating the money to Nome’s hospital and coming to Nome to be honored for it. You stand impatiently, and you can feel the eyes of every dog in town on you. “Hey, husky. Rich girl,” a voice hisses. You turn with annoyance to see a husky/shepherd mix staring at you. “What?” you snap. “Please, you’ve got to help me,” he whispers, “My owner’s sick, but we don’t have the money to pay for the treatment. You’re rolling in cash. Please, help me!” |