Good news for Miss Dog

Last year at this time, I was circling the drain. I had lost so much that I could not comprehend what it would take to rebuild my life. So much of what was important to me was gone. I had lost the job I loved, three classic automobiles, my dream home in the suburbs and all my savings. Then came the sudden death of my father and the accompanying radio silence of my mother, siblings, nieces and nephew. But I still had my poodle, Miss Dog. It was just her and me against the world.