Years ago, my ex and I had a wonderful Dalmatian. “Happy”
was a devil for two years and then became a good girl for the next ten.
She would find any injured bird and bring it home or to us when we would walk at a local university in Long Beach.
And when we moved to Gods country in Coarsegold, Ca. she found other injured fowl.
Never crunching them – always with a soft mouth. The local vets would roll their eyes with a smile and say what kind of bird did Happy bring us today. Sometimes a fishook in their throat, a broken wing, etc. Canadian goose, duck, egrit, segull, you name it – she found it. I will always miss her. One of many pets I have had over the years. Right now, as a single lady I have a Mastiff, Choc Lab, mutt and three Jack terrorists, I refer to them, affectionately.

I love your show, Mark and loved your Sprite book!

Lovingly,

Madelyn from CA

Dear Mr. Levin,
I just wanted to thank you so much for your book. Your story of your boy Sprite helped me so much with my boy Jake. He was a 6 year old dalmatian,that was a in home rescue. I got him when he was 9 months old and I had him for 5 years 9 months and 10 days. He had kidney stones problems,which some dalmatian do have.
I felt so bad,that I couldn’t help him. I took him to the vets at turn of a page.
The staff knew us by name. The Yorkshire Veterinary Clinic staff was great.
When I finally had to decide to let Jake go. They wept and sent me a beautiful card,that each staff memeber wrote in it.
I felt I let him down. That was almost 6 yrs ago.
After reading your book this week. I knew I wasn’t alone and I did everything I could.
He was amazing dog,he never had to muzzeled or sedated when they did x-rays and catherized him. He never growled or snapped. The vets couldn’t believe it.
So I know your boy Sprite and my boy Jake are playing together up in heaven.
I now have a choclate lab named Drew,he is my best friend. Right at my side.
Dogs are trually are man’s best friend.
Thank you so much for your book,it healed a broken heart,that was still broken after almost 6 yrs.
God Bless you Mr. Levin and your family and your boys.

Sally Sue from NY

PeeWee saved my family’s life. She was a miniature Yorkie. Early one morning she came in my bedroom pestering me. No go away it is not time to get up. She did this two more times. Finally she left the bedroom. A minute later my daughter burst into the bedroom screaming the dishwasher is on fire. Not only was it on fire it was full of plastic which would have killed all six of us with the poisonous fumes.She was small and wonderful. I have great respect for her and miss her very much.

Susan from TX

I am a physician, age 55, living in el paso, texas. my grandfather migrated from mexico(yes! mexico!)in 1917. he found steady work in the area of scottsbluff nebraska. when i was 12, my father took us to visit my grandfather, as we did every year, still farming in nebraska. he had 2 dogs, beesley and spooky, mixed breeds. one hot humid western nebraska day, i sat on the old waterpump in front of grandfather’s home, looking out at the road that lead to the small farm town of bayard, nebraska. i could see a speck on the horizon walking towards grandfather’s home. i watched spooky and beesley get excited, wagging their tails and looking at each other briefly while rarely taking their eyes off the figure that i still could not discern coming down the road. then, without warning, the two dogs bolted together! they were in full sprint towards the now slightly limping figure ambulating slowly towards me. the dogs ran to the figure in the road; they were jumping up and down, competing for a pat on the head from the man coming down the road. once in a while the two dogs would venture the the side of the road distracted by some scent, only to bounce happily back to the man which was quite apparent to me now to be my grandfather. as he approached me, still sitting on the waterpump in the cool shade of grandfather’s chinese elm trees, his eyes squinted with a faint knowing smile only the ages could bring, and asked me in spanish, “did you see my dogs?” i said, “yes, grandpa.” he asked again, “did you see how they ran all the way out there to see me? that they couldn’t wait for me to get all the way to the house? that they love me so much, they had to run all the way in this hot sun to greet and tell me they missed me?”
feeling a bit cornered by now, i was apprehensive for what he was going to say next. I said, “yes, grandpa, i saw that.” his next words have been with me all my life, even after his passing and i believe they led me to seek a life of service to my fellow man…he said, “no human would ever do that.” and he walked away.

Robert from TX

During my 56 year life I have loved and lost many, many wonderful dog companions, from a little mutt named Kuji when I was a boy to the two wonderful rescued greyhounds I share my life with today.
These two greyhounds, Parker and Shady are not my first greyhounds. They are, in fact, my third and fourth. Greyhounds are such wonderful pets. Because of how they earn their living, people assume they are hyperkinetic and run all the time. Nothing could be further from the truth. As a breed, greyhounds are the sweetest and most laid back dogs you can have.
Our first greyhound was named Bebe. She was an older dog when we adopted her, and because she was older, she was not quickly adopted and had been in foster care for quite some time. We knew nothing about Bebe’s earlier life other than the fact that she was picked up by an over-the-road trucker in Fort Worth, who took her on a trip across the country and back and upon his return to Texas, contacted Greyhounds Unlimited in the Dallas area, telling them that a dog this sweet needed to have a forever home. (more…)