A little taste:
It took her two days to fashion a doggie backpack out of her old clothes that wouldn’t rip apart when laden—two days in which the hunger gnawed at her and she scarcely slept—but in the end she succeeded. Exhausted but triumphant, she loaded it up with the food and water Milton would need and put it on him. As she settled the pack on his body, she noted the muscles alongside his spine and at the tops of his front legs. His meaty back haunches.
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