A decade ago, my 7-year-old son and I roasted marshmallows at our backyard firepit. We were celebrating. After months of searching, we had found the perfect puppy for our family — a chocolate Labrador retriever with a bent tail. In two short weeks, we were set to pick her up from the breeder. The post My Prison’s Puppy Program Reminds Me of the Dog That Never Was appeared first on Prison Journalism Project.
