The Dog Next Door: And Other Stories of the Dogs We Love
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Dogs are truly one of God's finest creatures, a marvelous gift for us humans. In the perfect followup to A Prince among Dogs, Callie Smith Grant compiles a delightful collection of true stories that celebrate the dogs in our lives. These stories will touch our hearts, renew our spirits, and show us how God made these wonderful creatures for unique purposes.Readers will love these uplifting glimpses into the lives of ordinary and extraordinary dogs and the people who love them. The stories are warm, captivating, and ideal for a good curlupandread or a perfect gift for any dog lover.
like the falling of a tree limb. The crashing of the man’s steps was even louder. He was farther away, but still coming. Nipper kept leading me higher. When the sun sank low in the sky, I began to think about that panther. The thought almost made me turn around and take my chances with the man. How dangerous could a distant relative be? It was as if Nipper read my thoughts. He came back and leaned into me. I sat down and buried my face in his fur, starting to cry. Instead of leaning back like
was the first time he’d been warm in months. At the house, the minute he entered, he bolted for the large bowl of kibble left down for our Afghan puppy, Khan. We stopped Andi. If we let him gorge himself after eating so little for so long, he’d die a slow painful death. “Go grab the bandages,” Jim directed as he reached down to take the food away. “I’m about to get bit really bad, and I won’t blame him at all.” But Andi simply sat back on his haunches and whimpered as Jim swept the bowl out of
which travels through the air and is now prevented with a vaccine. A week after we’d taken both Khan and Andi to a show, Khan started to run a fever. We rushed him to the vet and were told, “Call tomorrow and we’ll tell you if he’s survived.” We were lucky, Khan made it. After a week of IVs and round-the-clock care, Khan came home. We were warned his digestive system had been attacked, and we would have to feed him a soft, bland diet in small quantities. By now Andi had long overcome his
Christmas Day, lives on. In saving her life, I saved mine. The Pound Puppy Dorothy C. Snyder No, we do not want a dog!” I told my daughter. “I don’t like dogs in the house, and besides, it would be too much additional work.” My daughter thought a dog would be good therapy for her father, who had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. Because of his illness, he had to give up driving and could not go anyplace alone. His isolation and illness caused him to be depressed. I, on the
ever been close to, and there he sat—on his own seat, reserved and paid for—with a calm expression that looked for all the world like a prince granting an audience to his subjects. His owner was happy to tell us more about him. This amazing black creature turned out to be a Belgian shepherd. I’d never even heard of that kind of dog—and in truth he was lovelier than any wolf. Thick, jet black fur stood out like a husky, not a shepherd. He was about three feet tall at his head, and a