I didn’t want to love a dog. Really. We’d had other dogs and I loved them but not this intensely. Always I shied away from licking tongues and needy pups. I didn’t let them jump on me.   Seriously I took care of the family dog, but someone else petted her. Someone else loved on her.  

Then Zeke came to visit. I was laying in my bed and he looked over the edge of that mattress and all I could see was his face and those huge eyes. The big dog body and paws and everything were gone. Just the eyes.

That changed everything for me.