The Dog Who Danced by Susan Wilson

Here's another sappy dog book for all of you pet lovers out there! As I've said before, if you don't love dogs, don't bother reading this book. But for those whose heart belong to a furry bundle of enthusiasm, here's another book to give you those special warm fuzzies that only dog-owners can feel.

The Dog Who Danced is the story of a little lost dog who finds his way into the hearts of some equally lost humans.  Mack, a gray-haired, blue-eyed Shetland Sheepdog has been Justine's companion for years. His loyalty has sustained her through many uncertain and painful experiences.  When Justine got Mack she came alive again after years of languishing in her past regrets. Not only was Mack her faithful friend through many lonely days and nights, but he also became her dancing partner when Justine tapped into his keen intellect and entered him into Canine Freestyle competitions. This little dancing dog was closer than blood to Justine, but when her dysfunctional human family calls her home, a series of freak events separates the dancing partners, putting Mack on the street. Within a few hours this beloved friend becomes a helpless stray.

While Justine is trying to find her dog, Mack wanders into the life of an elderly couple living with their own heartache and regret. When Ed and Alice Parmalee bring Mack into their dreary home, this loyal, unassuming dog does what dogs do best - he brings joy into a two very joyless lives. But as Ed and Alice slowly open their hearts to this little Sheltie, Justine comes closer and closer to tracking down her dancing partner. If Justine's path leads her back to her little dog, her gain will truly be Ed and Alice's loss.

The Dog Who Danced is another heartwarming dog book that makes me appreciate the dogs who are and have been my loyal friends through life's turbulence. Even though my life doesn't have an ounce of the drama of Justine's, I still can relate to that inexplicable happiness that a dog can bring on the crappiest of days. I'm so blessed to be the mom to a sweet little rescue dog who, despite all her phobias and odd quirks, has become a very beloved (and extremely spoiled) member of our family. I prayed for months that God would bring us the right dog. Of all the homeless dogs in the world, I'm convinced that our little Cockapoo was just the right one for us. And we were just the right family for her. I thank God every day for bringing the three of us together. I firmly believe that in matters of acquiring dogs and husbands there is no coincidence. It's all Providence.