Howl is one of the sweetest, goofiest dogs you could ever imagine.
Three years ago, when he was still a bouncing little puppy, he gobbled up the end of a mars bar somebody had thrown over the fence. I didn’t see it happen.
What I did see was him drop to the floor and begin thrashing, snarling and gnashing his teeth. I was terrified. But even while his body beat up and down against the hardwood floor he turned to me, his eyes desperate for help.