The Dog Diet A Memoir

The Dog Diet A Memoir

Forget what Charles Dickens said … “It was the best of times…it was the worst of times.” The winter of 2002 was just plain the WORST OF TIMES. I was fresh off a broken romance. It was the coldest winter the East Coast had seen for years. The country was on the brink of war, and I was on my couch, miserable, wallowing in total self-pity. There was no measure to the depth of my dejection. Most of my bleak days began and ended with tears. I read travel magazines, longing to go somewhere warm, but knew that my body was nowhere near bathing-suit ready. I made half-hearted attempts to get motivated to do something to improve this by trying various new weight loss strategies, but I fell terribly short of implementing anything long enough to see even the weakest result.

Paws That Refresh

Paws That Refresh

As soon as the door opened Gracie was up and wagging, the kind of wiggling wag that makes you smile. The three year old Staffordshire, or pit bull, a victim of hurricane Katrina who still goes into a panic during thunder and rain, was joyously greeting her friend Nicole Bruck.

Bruck, who is fighting breast cancer, volunteers regularly at Gracie's temporary home, the Armonk, NY shelter of Adopt-A-Dog. The visits, according to Bruck, keep her spirits up during chemotherapy - and Gracie is her favorite therapy dog. The two friends, who have both been through plenty of storms, are now healing together.