A Tale of Canine Courage
By Robert Tate Miller AUGUST 31, 1995
The Christian Science Monitor
A Fourth Course of Chicken Soup for the Soul
The ice looked like daggers hanging from the gutter outside my bedroom window that winter day in 1968 when I first laid eyes on Fritzy. We piled in the family wagon that morning and headed out past the frozen corn fields and icy streams to the county kennels. We were going to get a dog. I pressed my nose against the car window, breathed on the cool glass, and wondered what he would be like. Would he shake hands, roll over, and chase squirrels?