Our dog friend, now turning 16, came from a rural shelter that picks up dogs from a metro area shelter. I suspect that, like many dogs in that university town, he was abandoned by someone who graduated with a degree and no soul. I cannot imagine otherwise someone not going to the shelter to look for him. Maybe the best dog ever. Not one of those simpering “he thinks he’s people” dogs. A natural dog, a natural protector that immediately took up his post as my wife’s protector and a friend to the cats, even though they don’t have a clue that he just wants to play with them. Keeps careful watch on the entrance to the property, 200 yards away, and has saved us from all manner of invader, Fed-Ex guys, meter readers, intruding strange cars, and the dangerous people who use our driveway to turn around. What he’d do, I’m not sure, since he’s never offered to bite anyone or anything. I often wonder if he remembers and misses the jerks who left him on the street like an old sofa, and I try to make it up to him every day.
She’d feel kinda bad if she’d actually read the book.