Publisher's Synopsis
"You want WHAT for Christmas?" my husband Guy said when I suggested I wanted a dog for my gift that year. "You don't have time to take care of a dog." His argument was true, but my dog-loving friends had been urging me since my retirement to get a pet. "Pets give so much love and comfort." Evidently, they thought I needed both. A pet will keep me alive longer," I said. "So will exercising, but I don't see you doing much of that!" I had to convince him because having a dog living inside our home would affect both of us. Fluffy Sam was six months old when we brought him to our home, and that began a ten-year romping relationship that both taxed my patience and opened my heart. No matter how much I worked with him, he never came when called, barked as if the house were on fire, and eventually ruined my carpets. He escaped when the door opened, growled at visitors and charged at their ankles, and merely tolerated Guy. He was not the friendly dog I had pictured, but he was my dog. He loved me and protected me even when I didn't need it. No shock collar, sleeping pill, puppy gate, training manuals, or puppy camp changed Fluffy Sam. "A dog that sleeps at the foot of a bed is sorely missed."
