His name was Hunni―yes, his name―and he arrived in a Louis Vuitton pooch bag. My sister had bought him thinking he was an expensive ‘pure-bred Pomeranian’, but it turns out he wasn’t―he kept growing. After a few months of raising Hunni in the family home, my...
Ours was a slow burning love. It was never an instant type of love. We had to warm to each other. Both with trust issues—I was recovering from a broken heart —and he was just trying to find his place as a street dog in the world. In the beginning, he kept venturing...
