Dogs’ lives are too short.
Their only fault, really.
As I watched her clumsy frolic across the yard, attempting to catch the stuffed bear she had just tossed into the air, it was hard to believe that we had met almost 14 years ago. My dog, Sophie, a particularly comely German shorthair pointer, was just seven weeks old then.
Our family had been without a dog for some time. Noticing an ad for a litter of German shorthairs in the pet section of the...