I expected to sneer my way through Sara Markham’s pseudonymous account of how raising a guide dog puppy helped repair her relationship with her three boys. I can’t exactly pinpoint where my feelings changed, but changed they had by the time I reached the following (three-sentence) paragraph.
While they ignore me, the three boys greet Rosie with affection every morning and every evening. She nearly knocks them over with her bounding response. Occasionally, they take her for walks, on their own favourite routes, coming back worn out and happy and with a tale to tell.