A peaceful evening under the stars quickly turned into a night of survival when an unexpected visitor—a stray dog—appeared at our campsite.
What we thought was just a lost, anxious animal turned out to be a guardian, warning us of a far more dangerous threat lurking in the shadows. The night had started off perfectly. Tommy squealed with laughter as his marshmallow caught fire for the third time, and I playfully blew it out, the sugary mess now charred black.
“Mom, you’re terrible at this!” Tommy teased, his gap-toothed smile glowing in the firelight. My husband, Dan, grinned from across…
