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From Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Hilarious, Heroic, Human Dog
By Gwen Cooper

At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities.
~Jean Houston

It was a sunny Saturday morning and we'd slept in. As we stretched contentedly in bed, we heard the newest member of our family stir from the couch he had claimed as his own. His nails clicked on the wood floor and his wagging tail thumped against the walls as he made his way down the hallway toward our bedroom. By the time he got to our bedroom door, he was running full speed. Then he leaped onto our bed to join his people on this idyllic morning.

Hunter was a one-and-a-half-year-old Bloodhound we had rescued three months earlier. He bonded with us quickly and was very routine-oriented, knowing when it was the weekend. He would sleep in with us, only getting up once he heard us wake. But he always came to greet us in the morning the instant he heard us stir. (Keep reading)