Kaleb Benham was 24, lean and fit, and the day before Thanksgiving in Northern California felt like any other “in-between” day—no big plans, just small chores outside the house and the comfort of having his 90-pound pit bull, Buddy, nearby. Buddy was the kind of dog who moved like he owned the world: roaming, sniffing, drifting a little too far, then circling back.
The warning came as sound, not sight.
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