What’s tan and white and love all over?

Jena C. Henry is a writer, blogger, book reviewer, and bon vivant. Her goal is to make friends with everyone in the world. Jena enjoys reading new books and encouraging writers to be their best. Jena C. Henry holds a juris doctor degree from the University of Akron and practiced law and raised her family in tropical Ohio. Now retired, she writes novels, conducts writing workshops and enjoys good times with friends and family. Her fiction series, The Golden Age of Charli, spotlights the love and laughter of family life and retirement.

We will get to the story about Sam, I promise you. But first I have to tell you my own dog story.

Ever have one of those days where you woke up and thought, “We need a dog.”

Well, I have had at least one of those days in my life. I was vulnerable- my sons were in college and almost ready to launch; they were off doing their own things. Before they left the nest, I thought a dog would bring us together as a family. (Although perhaps a bird would have been better suited to my empty nest feelings?)

Whatever…I was on a mission. I clicked online and checked out the available dogs at our local county dog pound. The pound website was basic- just mug shots of the dogs. Without any darling names or enticing descriptions of adorable personalities to guide me, I looked for a “dogly-type” dog.

One dog pleased me. She was large, tannish-gold and white, and could have been a retriever or lab mix; certainly she had a friendly grin and luscious brown eyes. I texted her photo to my younger son and we decided that I would check her out and if I liked her, my son would stop by later in the day to make the final decision.

It was a Thursday. I drove to the pound, which was a well-kept building, in the country. (The proverbial “farm”.) I stopped by the front desk and asked to go back. Of course, I faced loud barks, bedlam and dogs jumping in their cages. “My” dog was as excited as all the rest, but when I spoke to her, she sat and gazed at me with sparkling eyes and a goofy grin.

One of the staff barked at me, “Oh you don’t want