“A dog!” Milo said. His face brightened. A bit of his reluctance faded. “May I pet him?” “Of course. His name is Ghost. He’s a hero, too. He saved my life.” Ghost circled Milo slowly. He sniffed Milo’s socks, his pant legs, his belly, arms, and chest. The Great Pyrenees was so large that he barely had to lift his head to smell Milo’s face and hair. Milo held very still. He didn’t look scared, but awed. Cautiously, he reached out and scratched behind Ghost’s ears. Ghost woofed happily, ducked his head, and pressed the top of his skull against Milo’s small chest. “He likes you,” Hannah said.
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