A visitor’s arrived at my father’s house. He’s temperamental, rebellious, ill-behaved, and in short, making a mess of things. And no, it's not the dog causing the problems.
Unemployed, estranged from my family and on the verge of a complete breakdown, I agree to stay with my dad while trying to sort things out.
I wasn’t expecting to share the house with an adopted schnauzer.
Just when anger and depression push me to the end of my rope, a pestering pooch convinces me to attend a weekly obedience class. The lessons were tough. Awareness, discipline, and most important of all, a willing spirit were needed in order to heel.
I was a lousy student. Turning my life around under the circumstances would require nothing short of a miracle.