If only I knew the rules of the game. —HOLLY SHIVERING, MARY HANNAH tugged her black knit hat over her ears as she walked down the steps to meet the Roberts family for a training session with Barkley. They’d called her from the front security gate. She watched as they drove down the long, icy drive in their new van designed for a wheelchair. The past couple of weeks had been a hectic rush of seeing clients during office hours, plus working in the evening and on weekends to prepare Holly and Barkley for the My Furry Valentine Mutt Makeover. They had a month left, and Holly was having nothing to do with the agility course. Just seeing her happy and playful, though? Mary Hannah found that to be a bigger victory than jumping over any PVC pipe. Her snow boots crunched into the snow at the base of the stairs. The Saturday-morning sun crested, reflecting noon rays off the fresh dusting of snow.
