My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

A whimper disrupted the quiet of the night as they got out of the car. They walked to the front of the car and, just in front of the right tire, saw a brown puddle lying down.

The dog raised her head as she heard their approach and stared at them with frightened eyes.

Trembling, she tried to stand up but was unable to.

Rosalynn’s heart softened as she saw just how helpless the dog was.

She bent down and slowly moved towards the dog as she said with a soothing voice, “Hey there little one. I just want to help. You don’t need to be scared, okay?”

Behind her, Brian stood still and swallowed hard as he watched her move towards the dog.

Rosalynn gingerly scooped up the poodle, her gentle touch revealing a canvas of injuries adorning the dog’s body.

closer inspection unveiled a tapestry of wounds-some old,

surprise, Rosalynn couldn’t fathom why the dog bore

owner subject her

and as Rosalynn probed the injuries, she shivered, perhaps

apparent frustration, she even nipped at her finger with tiny teeth, a gesture of her

murmured, “Fear not. I won’t

the poodle’s head, conveying

intentions, ceased her whimpering, released Rosalynn’s finger, shot her a glance with dewy eyes, and nestled into the crook of

sensed a remarkable

stood upright, cradling her, and turned

didn’t get hurt from the car, but it seems she’s been abused by her owner. Let’s give