From: John Grogan, NYT (edited)
As the book opens Ms. Abramson is enveloped by a deep depression after two life-altering events: the death of her beloved Buddy and a near-fatal accident in which Ms. Abramson was run over by a truck while walking near Times Square, requiring months of rehabilitation.
Into this “severe case of midlife blues” arrived Scout. For Ms. Abramson, a puppy was the perfect remedy. “I felt a reflexive urge to cover the top of Scout’s soft head with kisses,” she writes.
Ms. Abramson makes up “lullabies with silly lyrics” to coax Scout to sleep. She marvels at Scout’s “sultry, flirtatious look” and compares her to “a canine version of Veronica Lake, down to her blond, silky fur.”
Ms. Abramson is beyond smitten.