By Mariel Hemingway
We turned around, and Bindu was gone.
One minute he'd been there, looking at me with pleading eyes. The next minute, he'd vanished into thin air.
My little Yorkie's frightened face popped into my head. From the second we'd arrived at Healthy Family Farm, he'd been acting funny.
Normally, Bindu is a confident creature. I've seen [...]