Homage to a Difficult Dog

By T. Rutter


Watson, a scruffy terrier and I, came into each other’s lives as broken beings.


Watson as a victim of animal abuse, and me as a fresh and hurting divorcee.


I knew Watson was the dog for me when, during our first shelter “meet and greet” he leaned up against me, looked at me with melty brown eyes and chomped down on my left hand.

What can I say? We were a mess.