Chapter 82. Dogs. Yup. Don’t read unless you really want to go through this again.
A friend recently lent me an anthology of essays written by well-known authors about dogs. I discovered that all the dogs I’ve ever loved were already chronicled. There was Doc who didn’t move from my bedside during the months of recuperation from botched spinal surgery. There was Winter, the one who was terrified by human touch who, finally…
