we are losing our chance to reach him. I lift the hatch as Brendon opens the door for Banjo. The dog jumps out, his tail wagging so hard his body wags with it. He offers a few happy yips, and Brendon smiles. Thank goodness for the dog—a boy’s best friend in the truest sense. While Brendon’s shut the rest of us out almost completely, his devotion to Banjo is unchanged.
