When it came to my Border Collie, Pip, my psychic defenses were at a lifetime high.
Some readers of my memoir, For the Love of a Dog, say the end dissatisfies them. If I loved my dogs the way I did, how could I have just given Pip away to a stranger?
They’re right. There’s something wrong with the narrative–I didn’t tell the whole truth.
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