n: Something that covers, protects or defends;
a place affording protection from the elements, danger…
- Webster’s Dictionary
Where do you go––when there’s no place left to run?
And, who do you trust––when you’re scared, lost and alone?
SHELTER is the debut novel written and illustrated by award-winning filmmaker, artist and writer, R. A. Conroy, based on the author’s own experiences working in a struggling town “pound” in urban New Jersey during the topsy-turvy 1970s.
Runaway teen Peggy Dillan is fleeing a haunted past nipping at her heels. Poised on the brink of no return, she crosses paths with a stray dog, tormented by local hoods. She has a choice: keep running and save herself––or save the dog.
Peggy’s courage leads her to the Farroway Animal Shelter and straight into the heart of animal welfare struggling under a 100 year-old, fractured SPCA system. Recruited by the charming warden, Peggy is thrust on a roller-coaster ride of a learning curve with his crew of hilarious, wildly eccentric, and devoted volunteers. Together they work within, and between, the laws to give animals a second chance at life and a new beginning; and in the process, each of their own lives is changed forever.
SHELTER: Lost & Found is a suspenseful mystery, a journey of self-discovery, and a smart, entertaining story proving that anyone, no matter their circumstances, and armed only with compassion, courage and grass roots “can do!”, can move mountains! It’s a laugh-out-loud, heartfelt tale illustrating that sometimes, the bravest of heroes turn out to be those who are most lost, scared and alone.
An hour later, Peggy and the
dog were lost. With the cold
knifing through her coat, she
feared the two of them would
freeze to death before they found
help.
That’s when she heard it. A
dog barked. Then another. Peggy
trotted the dog towards the
barking. She passed a lone sign
reading simply - SHELTER - a
bullet hole piercing its center,
then followed a narrow driveway
Peggy lifted a flap to peek in
the box. Instantly, a Rhode
Island Red rooster burst up and
out in a shriek of flapping.
People screamed and scattered.
Peggy did, too. Dropping the
box, she ducked under the
counter. She heard horns
honking and popped her head up
to the window.
A red Jaguar and the shelter
van barreled down the driveway.
Each vied for the right of way,
“This...this is abuse.”
The women of the Upper
Farroway Women’s Club gasped
collectively, their manicured and
gloved hands fluttering to blood-red
painted mouths. The image
projected onto the screen
showed the bleeding, pus-weeping
lacerations that
crisscrossed a dog’s boney back.
The poor creature hung his head
in abject terror, looking at the
camera with sorrowful eyes.
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