A Dog Called Harry is the moving memoir of how this "crazy, howling, snoring, digging, chewing, barking, orange pup" helped her love life again.
Jill Baker came home one day to find her husband, George, dead on the bedroom floor. Then just weeks later she was diagnosed with breast cancer. At her lowest, she decided to get a cavoodle, whom she named Dirty Harry. Jill writes that: "Harry tried to be the perfect dog, and every year or two he was, but some days I wondered how this dog had a hope in hell of saving my life when he couldn't get his own in order." This is an uplifting read about a bond between a woman and her dog. And it's a reminder of the human spirit's ability to survive in the most trying of times
This is a heart-lifting memoir about the power of love and pups and just what is we need to put a smile on our faces during this time of uncertainty and social distancing
This memoir about how a tiny dog healed a very broken heart is a moving and truthful account of love and loss.
With humour, wit and no trace of indulgence, Baker captures the shock and sorrow of recovery, all aided by the most unlikely of heroes.