Mila

I sprayed the concrete floor of the kennel down with a spray hose, my nose wrinkling as the acidic smell hit my nostrils.

The yellow mop bucket sloshed as I grabbed the handle and dragged it closer to the open kennel. I dipped the mop head into the sudsy water, let it soak until the bubbles stopped, and then squeezed it out.

I swirled the mop head around on the floor, blinking drops of sweat out of my eyes. The kennel stood right next to a vent, which ...