Buzz…. Buzz…. Buzz.. I answered the phone. Chelsea’s voice, filled with betrayal, bellowed out, “Ruger just bit Naomi in the face!” “What?!” I replied. Naomi was screaming hysterically in the background. “Ruger mauled Naomi in the kitchen, and there is blood all over.” A thousand pounds of dread sank through my soul. Chelsea and Naomi had gone to the store; Ruger, as usual, accompanied them on the trip. Upon their return, Chelsea… Read More