Leanne Charette | VEHOPHOBIA

Snarling, snapping, eyes wide As he lunges at my wheelchair. Each frostbite bark rises, defensiveness a frozen mist. “He hates wheels,” she says, tugging the leash. “Stop, bad dog.” But body contorting, he tugs and twists, eager to break free. Not angry, but scared; hair raised, teeth on edge. I take a different path because…

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